[ Even from his lowered sight, he glances up and sees a strange expression flicker across Kougami's face. It lasts only briefly, disappearing as soon as the other man speaks up. Not wanting to be impolite, Gino looks fully back up, face schooled into something more appropriate. ]
I would– [ The clap on the shoulder cuts him off for a second, throwing his train of thought off. Kougami's palm is warm, even through his shirt. He swallows hard and tries not to inhale too sharply at the way his mind fills in the blanks. How his imagination supplies the thought of those hands set on bare skin, or in places less appropriate for public. ] I'd enjoy it as well.
[ Sparring or otherwise. His cheeks might be a little pink; he's never been great at hiding. ]
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I would– [ The clap on the shoulder cuts him off for a second, throwing his train of thought off. Kougami's palm is warm, even through his shirt. He swallows hard and tries not to inhale too sharply at the way his mind fills in the blanks. How his imagination supplies the thought of those hands set on bare skin, or in places less appropriate for public. ] I'd enjoy it as well.
[ Sparring or otherwise. His cheeks might be a little pink; he's never been great at hiding. ]