[Midousuji bites into his half of the clementine, not having the carefulness of his company, the way she delicately plucks and paces. he boggles at her in surprise, very nearly choking, the juice of the fruit down his chin.
friend??
he coughs a little, then covers his mouth, eyes wide as he swallows uncomfortably, having not really. chewed the quarter of the clementine he'd just bitten off. as the color arises to her cheeks, his hand clutches his throat, and he looks away. it's not the first time someone's expressed wanting to be his friend, and by some miracle (maybe because he's literally trying not to choke), Midousuji doesn't shoot back his verbal tic towards that sentiment. maybe it's because Aerith is obviously a little delicate right now, too.]
...I think people can...be...that. Without all that stuff. Can't they?
[Midousuji's never considered that. he hasn't even considered if Aerith is his friend, or if that was her motivation in persistently seeking him out. which, of course, is actually tremendously obvious—but Midousuji's far from a conventional thinker, and anything relating to connections, he's worse than an idiot. no experience whatsoever.]
About me? Something interesting?
[Midousuji tilts his head thoughtfully as he says that; it's certainly an obsessive control thing. he can't let people have one over on him. but Aerith, despite not really being that delicate of a girl, is in frailer form. normally, in a circumstance like this, he'd call it a personal problem that someone elected to be vulnerable around him and pay the state no mind, uncaring despite his awareness of their feelings.
he still doesn't feel confident the information, even with Aerith, couldn't be used against him at some point. and it's not because he has any ill perception of her character. rather, it's just because he'll probably never trust anyone fully—even if he were to end up dating someone for a long time, fall in love with them, all that stuff. the walls Midousuji puts up are colossal, and impossibly towering.]
Gross... "Interesting"... That's subjective...
[he rubs his throat a little as he swallows again, feeling his adam's apple flex against his hold, still not looking at her. his stupid brain is working so hard.]
What... kind of thing do you wanna know.
[Midousuji sort of clutches the bottle with both hands, indicating he won't surrender it until her imposed condition is satisfied. things like wagers, conditions—order, structure, helps him with this kind of thing. makes it less awkward.]
no subject
friend??
he coughs a little, then covers his mouth, eyes wide as he swallows uncomfortably, having not really. chewed the quarter of the clementine he'd just bitten off. as the color arises to her cheeks, his hand clutches his throat, and he looks away. it's not the first time someone's expressed wanting to be his friend, and by some miracle (maybe because he's literally trying not to choke), Midousuji doesn't shoot back his verbal tic towards that sentiment. maybe it's because Aerith is obviously a little delicate right now, too.]
...I think people can...be...that. Without all that stuff. Can't they?
[Midousuji's never considered that. he hasn't even considered if Aerith is his friend, or if that was her motivation in persistently seeking him out. which, of course, is actually tremendously obvious—but Midousuji's far from a conventional thinker, and anything relating to connections, he's worse than an idiot. no experience whatsoever.]
About me? Something interesting?
[Midousuji tilts his head thoughtfully as he says that; it's certainly an obsessive control thing. he can't let people have one over on him. but Aerith, despite not really being that delicate of a girl, is in frailer form. normally, in a circumstance like this, he'd call it a personal problem that someone elected to be vulnerable around him and pay the state no mind, uncaring despite his awareness of their feelings.
he still doesn't feel confident the information, even with Aerith, couldn't be used against him at some point. and it's not because he has any ill perception of her character. rather, it's just because he'll probably never trust anyone fully—even if he were to end up dating someone for a long time, fall in love with them, all that stuff. the walls Midousuji puts up are colossal, and impossibly towering.]
Gross... "Interesting"... That's subjective...
[he rubs his throat a little as he swallows again, feeling his adam's apple flex against his hold, still not looking at her. his stupid brain is working so hard.]
What... kind of thing do you wanna know.
[Midousuji sort of clutches the bottle with both hands, indicating he won't surrender it until her imposed condition is satisfied. things like wagers, conditions—order, structure, helps him with this kind of thing. makes it less awkward.]