[The flush goes even darker; the hand still on Eichi's shoulder is fiddling with the collar of his shirt, absently, with just the tips of his fingers.]
[Eichi is not used to dealing with people who are not idols so this kind of blindsides him, and he stares stupidly at Hurricane for a moment before laughing a little.]
Oho? And why should that matter? I have eyes, just like anyone else! And you're attractive, physically of course, but also.... hm. In another way. The way you act, present yourself, that sort of thing.
You felt good on my lips, is what I'm saying.
Besides. I'm not all that classy. I just have a lot to say and am used to having too much money.
[That's odd. He supposes in some way he's "classy", but he's also... not. Eichi is just who he is? He pauses, thinking a little.]
I have been hearing that lately. I wonder what it is... [Eichi is not socially smart enough to Get It, even if he did realize that Fox Spoke Like Him, at least somewhat.] Well! Is that our only barrier? That you think I speak too nicely? I could switch it up, if you'd prefer.
[Eichi laughs a little, his arm wrapped around Hurricane squeezing a little.]
I'm sure it will be a time to remember, my friend~
[Because this is what you do with friends. Or it is if you are friends with Eichi. Their dance is over now, and so he steps back a little, grasping Hurricane's hand and whisking him away towards the long, curved couch that sits near the back of the lounge.]
[Eichi laughs a little, not really answering verbally and just leaning in once Hurricane takes a seat. He runs an arm around Hurricane's waist again, moving in to try to steal a kiss from his lips as he tries to gently lay him down on the couch.
He feels he has to be a little gentle with him for now, and so that is his start. Eichi only wants to be sure that Hurricane is able to relax before he does much of anything else, and so now is for kissing and light petting.]
[He shivers, slightly - leans into the kiss, and lays back against the couch.]
[It takes him a while, for the tension thrumming through him to become something calmer - for the nerves to smooth out under the gentle attention. He's not sure what to do with his hands, at first, but as the seconds draw onward, they settle on Eichi's shoulders and then slip down to trace the planes of his back, exploratory and careful]
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Wh-what, like. For real?
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...Why do you seem so unbelieving? I find you attractive. I thought I made it obvious~
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And classy and stuff.
[Read: way, way out of his league]
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Oho? And why should that matter? I have eyes, just like anyone else! And you're attractive, physically of course, but also.... hm. In another way. The way you act, present yourself, that sort of thing.
You felt good on my lips, is what I'm saying.
Besides. I'm not all that classy. I just have a lot to say and am used to having too much money.
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[He pauses - glances to the side, like somehow not looking at Eichi's face will make him less embarrassed.]
You coulda fooled me.
With the being classy thing, I mean. The way you say stuff is... [He gropes for words for a seconds or two. Finally comes out with:] I like it.
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I have been hearing that lately. I wonder what it is... [Eichi is not socially smart enough to Get It, even if he did realize that Fox Spoke Like Him, at least somewhat.] Well! Is that our only barrier? That you think I speak too nicely? I could switch it up, if you'd prefer.
My vocabulary extends beyond "classy"~
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No, dude, you do you. I just - was surprised, is all.
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So would you like to play with me for just a night? Just for fun...? To see how it goes?
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[Licks at his lips again, unconsciously. His gaze skitters away, and then back again]
[And, maybe because he suspects that he is dreaming, because since when is real life ever like this:]
...yeah. Sure. Let's see how it goes.
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I'm sure it will be a time to remember, my friend~
[Because this is what you do with friends. Or it is if you are friends with Eichi. Their dance is over now, and so he steps back a little, grasping Hurricane's hand and whisking him away towards the long, curved couch that sits near the back of the lounge.]
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[He seems full of jittery energy - hesitates when they reach their destination, and then hesitates longer, and finally sits.]
You, uh. I guess -
How - how you wanna do this?
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He feels he has to be a little gentle with him for now, and so that is his start. Eichi only wants to be sure that Hurricane is able to relax before he does much of anything else, and so now is for kissing and light petting.]
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[It takes him a while, for the tension thrumming through him to become something calmer - for the nerves to smooth out under the gentle attention. He's not sure what to do with his hands, at first, but as the seconds draw onward, they settle on Eichi's shoulders and then slip down to trace the planes of his back, exploratory and careful]