[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
[Luckily, he's getting pretty good at being mobile from the waist up while leaving his legs reasonably still, so he shimmies his arms out of the hoodie and then pulls it up and over his head, turning his hair into a staticky rumpled mess in the process.
Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
[-oh. he didn't consider that angle-- his ears and cheeks tinge purple, there, as he huffs out a breath and pulls the hood up to help hide his face a bit.
it smells a little more like thancred that way, probably.
You offered me satisfaction, and this is what I'm claiming. You're going to stay right here and submit to being flustered, and when I've had my fill I'll have a picture of it.
'Tis what you would've had more of the other night, but for your clumsy hands.
[Speaking of hands, he leans to catch one of Ryn's by the wrist, angling it so he can run the fingertips of his other hand down his palm, from the heel of his hand toward the curl of his fingers.]
[he half expects to have his hand kissed, the way thancred is going-- he certainly stays flustered, just like thancred wanted, but he doesn't pull his hand back.]
Has it occurred to you that I enjoy doing things like this? Not tormenting you, intriguing a prospect as that may be in its own right. Just expressing admiration.
[He keeps his fingers moving in slow circles, following the knitted ridge where the fingerless gloves attached to the sweatshirt come to an end, idly exploring like he's out to learn the feeling of holding Ryn's hand by touch alone.]
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[What's he going to do, scoot away? Up his hood goes, goofy cat face and floppy ears and all.]
Oh, don't, it's ridiculous enough without — hold on, now, don't pull it down over my eyes!
[absolutely do this, the hoodie is so stupid]
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It's adorable, I don't know what you're talking about.
[there is the telltale click of a phone camera going off.]
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That had better not have just been what I think it was.
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[lol. lmao, even.]
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[A moot request, really, when he's making a grabbyhands lunge for it regardless.]
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[he's using his height to his advantage to hold it out of the way.]
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[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
Hello.]
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No, you'll delete it if I do.
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[Oh. But wait. He is snugged. Devastating.]
And you should let me. I deserve satisfaction.
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[hmm.]
What if we trade.
[he's a cat enjoyer he'd wear the hoodie?]
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[Hmmm.]
What trade did you have in mind?
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[While it is still warm and snug from his ambient body heat, and probably has a palatable amount of Boy Scent™ attached to it, also. Hmmmmm.]
You'd like me to have a picture of you, then?
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[he's so cute, excuse you.]
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[OH DEAR SOMEONE'S IN DANGER maybe]
Let me move enough to get out of it, here.
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[...well, he DOES owe him.]
Deal.
[he'll let go and step back, then.]
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Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
Big as it is, it might well fit you exactly.
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[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
Well? What do you think.
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I like it.
[He looks him over slowly, up and down. Deliberate. Makes sure he can see him looking.]
You, in something of mine.
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it smells a little more like thancred that way, probably.
oh no.]
That wasn't why-!
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[Well, now he's just being mean, himself.]
You offered me satisfaction, and this is what I'm claiming. You're going to stay right here and submit to being flustered, and when I've had my fill I'll have a picture of it.
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[this all does nothing to make him less flustered. fuck.]
Where in the world did all of this come from-
[the hoodie is absolutely staying over his head. hhhh.]
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[Speaking of hands, he leans to catch one of Ryn's by the wrist, angling it so he can run the fingertips of his other hand down his palm, from the heel of his hand toward the curl of his fingers.]
I'm making up the balance.
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Making a show of it, are you?
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[He keeps his fingers moving in slow circles, following the knitted ridge where the fingerless gloves attached to the sweatshirt come to an end, idly exploring like he's out to learn the feeling of holding Ryn's hand by touch alone.]
Would you like to put on a show for me?
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