[Maybe that was part of Aoba's draw anyway--the fact that he reacted to absolutely everything with an expression of shock or surprise, the way he'd gasp over the smallest of given affections...
And how his face lit up red every time he even suggested something slightly off-coloured to him. He bristles like a cat, his teeth clenching in frustration...
Like a kid petting a cat the wrong way, he enjoyed the reactions if only because Aoba's emotions were so worn on his sleeve. Noiz didn't understand how he could react so strongly, so there was an odd... draw to it.
He watches Aoba with a playful look in his eyes as he's grabbed by his necktie--he's easily drawn into the othe room, and he even lets the other toss his clothing to the side, merely watching for now until the other calls him perverted.
His lips curl up into a quiet smile and he pushes against those hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, his hands grabbing Aoba's wrists. A step forward and he's aiming to direct the other to the bed.]
Aa. I know. [He doesn't see the problem with being called perverted, it's not an insult. Not like some other comments could be.] But you don't really mind.
[Because otherwise, they'd not be here, in his room, right?]
You should be happy, anyway, right. [His head shifts up, looking right at the other with that quietly piercing gaze.] I'm going to show you I appreciate everything. [Something like that, right.]
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And how his face lit up red every time he even suggested something slightly off-coloured to him. He bristles like a cat, his teeth clenching in frustration...
Like a kid petting a cat the wrong way, he enjoyed the reactions if only because Aoba's emotions were so worn on his sleeve. Noiz didn't understand how he could react so strongly, so there was an odd... draw to it.
He watches Aoba with a playful look in his eyes as he's grabbed by his necktie--he's easily drawn into the othe room, and he even lets the other toss his clothing to the side, merely watching for now until the other calls him perverted.
His lips curl up into a quiet smile and he pushes against those hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, his hands grabbing Aoba's wrists. A step forward and he's aiming to direct the other to the bed.]
Aa. I know. [He doesn't see the problem with being called perverted, it's not an insult. Not like some other comments could be.] But you don't really mind.
[Because otherwise, they'd not be here, in his room, right?]
You should be happy, anyway, right. [His head shifts up, looking right at the other with that quietly piercing gaze.] I'm going to show you I appreciate everything. [Something like that, right.]