[Adorable. The word lingers, pricking at his pride, and he exhales through his nose in a quiet huff. He should correct him, insist there's nothing remotely adorable about Char Aznable. It would be the expected response.
Instead, he sits up with studied nonchalance, as if the movement were casual... but it's awkward and wooden. It isn't subtle in the least— the color in his cheeks betrays him, no matter how carefully he tries to mask it. Now excuse him while he oh so subtly turns his face aside and coughs into his fist.]
[This isn't just teasing. This is bullying. Char will swear up and down that there's no ounce of petulant brat left in him by now, but he still whips his head back around to sneer at Lovecraft— as if that would dissuade him any.]
Are you sure you didn't lure me here to tease me? This feels like an intentional attack.
[Is... is that supposed to be a bad thing? Should he want to be embarrassed on a regular basis? The attention is nice in a way, but it's also hard to be the center of this kind of pointed focus. When you want to be an attention whore but you also don't...............]
...I think you would be the one suffering more for it if I told you to quit. But maybe you should feel bad, saying little things to shame me.
It's no feat, I assure you. I only recognize the things we share between us.
[Maybe it's enough to see the good in each other, even if they'll never see it in themselves. A weighty sigh betrays him— he really can see himself too damn well in those deep dark eyes. Somehow, it wouldn't feel right to look away.]
In time, I'd like to think the way others see you will be easier to bear. That you'll learn to trust all the good that they see.
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[He presses his lips against the side of the man's head.]
For you...though....I think...its adorable of you.
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Instead, he sits up with studied nonchalance, as if the movement were casual... but it's awkward and wooden. It isn't subtle in the least— the color in his cheeks betrays him, no matter how carefully he tries to mask it. Now excuse him while he oh so subtly turns his face aside and coughs into his fist.]
You must find some joy in catching me off guard.
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[This is adorable, alright.]
Mm. [A musing noise at the back of his throat, as if he is oh so totally innocent.] I wonder.
[:)]
What a nice...flush you have.
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[This isn't just teasing. This is bullying. Char will swear up and down that there's no ounce of petulant brat left in him by now, but he still whips his head back around to sneer at Lovecraft— as if that would dissuade him any.]
Are you sure you didn't lure me here to tease me? This feels like an intentional attack.
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[He means that. But even something like this is....admittedly a little fun.]
If you wish, I will...stop....I guess no one will comment on things like your blushing for you...hm.......
[He will be a nice innocent squid alas woe is him]
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...I think you would be the one suffering more for it if I told you to quit. But maybe you should feel bad, saying little things to shame me.
[He sounds more petulant than mad.]
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[Why would he ever shame a little star like this? He leans against his head, eyes gazing into eyes.]
Payback for saying...you would never...tire of me. Perhaps.
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I did say that, didn't I. And I don't regret speaking the truth.
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[Astounding, really. To look upon a beast, a god, and still want to settle close to its shadow.]
[A low sigh - his eyes crinkle a little, pleased.]
I suppose...I...am still getting used to it.
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[Maybe it's enough to see the good in each other, even if they'll never see it in themselves. A weighty sigh betrays him— he really can see himself too damn well in those deep dark eyes. Somehow, it wouldn't feel right to look away.]
In time, I'd like to think the way others see you will be easier to bear. That you'll learn to trust all the good that they see.
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[His hand goes up, cups the other's cheek, before he presses his lips against the tip of his nose.]
I have lived for...many years. Time does not provide much. I am not good. I simply am...what I am.