[He clears his throat as inaudibly as he can at her claim, face turning with the excuse of setting down the glass at a passing waiter with a tray.
It's a good thing he doesn't blush easily, so he can school whatever awkward expression on his face into something more neutral. He leans down, however, and it's very, very difficult to not be completely aware of the rush underneath his skin originating from her lips on his cheek.
He almost drops the fucking plate. He's sure he hears an "aww" in the distance.
Fuck this shit, he's out.] Thanks. [At least his voice sounds stable. He makes a motion with his head to invite her to walk over to another side. Enjoy a leisurely stroll, he may look like it, but really, he just wants to stay out of people's sights enough to be forgettable.
As they walk, Mamoru finally looks down at the plate she brought. He snorts. The canapes on the plate were a "healthy" mix of Vietnam's favorites and his. ] Here, you take this one.
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It's a good thing he doesn't blush easily, so he can school whatever awkward expression on his face into something more neutral. He leans down, however, and it's very, very difficult to not be completely aware of the rush underneath his skin originating from her lips on his cheek.
He almost drops the fucking plate. He's sure he hears an "aww" in the distance.
Fuck this shit, he's out.] Thanks. [At least his voice sounds stable. He makes a motion with his head to invite her to walk over to another side. Enjoy a leisurely stroll, he may look like it, but really, he just wants to stay out of people's sights enough to be forgettable.
As they walk, Mamoru finally looks down at the plate she brought. He snorts. The canapes on the plate were a "healthy" mix of Vietnam's favorites and his. ] Here, you take this one.