[ To Hien, this is as if he's flirting with a wax statue of Edamura and he's hearing voices. He's used to hearing voices, but other people's that aren't his other selves? Weird. They're so in-character too. To Hien, the rabbit ears aren't even moving. ]
"I think you know what I'm talking about."
[ He says that in a quiet voice, but turns away from Edamura and goes over to Yuma instead. This is such a surreal experience. ]
[I'm sorry to literally everyone present, but the moment Hien turns around is the moment Edamura's thoughts immediately swerve towards the events from Purgatory's last party. and since it is thought share week. . .]
[five minutes of kissing. outside. away from any prying eyes. accompanied by Edamura burying his face in his hands and just making a strangled, grumpy noise]
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[. . .]
I don't really want to talk about it anymore.
[let's just compartmentalize THAT in a nice, neat little box and never touch it again]
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[ Hien reaches out to touch the bunny ear again. ]
"You look cute like this. I could eat you up."
[ Sorry to Yuma and Ilulu who are probably right there, but Hien is trying to test something. ]
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[immediately turns pink. he doesn't fluster so easily this time, but he does duck his head a little bit, openly bashful]
Hien. . . Yuma and Ilulu are right there--
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[ Hm.
Hm... ]
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[EXCUSE HIM??]
[pink turns to deep scarlet in an instant as Edamura stares, mouth agape]
Watch-- watch what? What are you saying, Hien?
[his ears suddenly perk up, stiff and alert]
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"I think you know what I'm talking about."
[ He says that in a quiet voice, but turns away from Edamura and goes over to Yuma instead. This is such a surreal experience. ]
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[I'm sorry to literally everyone present, but the moment Hien turns around is the moment Edamura's thoughts immediately swerve towards the events from Purgatory's last party. and since it is thought share week. . .]
[five minutes of kissing. outside. away from any prying eyes. accompanied by Edamura burying his face in his hands and just making a strangled, grumpy noise]
Don't-- tease me like that. . .!
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