( for what it's worth, that sort of confirmation makes his shoulders relax, like he's a flower that turns up towards the sunshine of appreciation; if he's being encouraged, then it means he's not doing anything wrong, and his expression shifts, eases, tries for a smile until he can feel his lips curling, and then stops himself. that's not the point, here. enjoying being praised by oushi is not the point. or is it? could that be considered bonding? not like he can ask the staff.
so instead, he steadies himself on the task at hand. his larger hand closes into a fist, mirroring, and he lets his arm push forward, bumping them knuckle to knuckle; when his fingers spread out, he doesn't wait to take oushi index finger to index finger, tugging--and then, rather than give up, he gives a harder, pointed tug, as though ready to topple him right into the loveseat cushions.
that smile on his face is actually catching, pleased with himself--and if oushi protests, then he'll just keep pulling with their hooked fingers, trying to unseat him onto the cushions proper. )
The secret move has a secret move.
( matter-of-fact, his eyes bright with pleasure despite the tired rings around them. )
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so instead, he steadies himself on the task at hand. his larger hand closes into a fist, mirroring, and he lets his arm push forward, bumping them knuckle to knuckle; when his fingers spread out, he doesn't wait to take oushi index finger to index finger, tugging--and then, rather than give up, he gives a harder, pointed tug, as though ready to topple him right into the loveseat cushions.
that smile on his face is actually catching, pleased with himself--and if oushi protests, then he'll just keep pulling with their hooked fingers, trying to unseat him onto the cushions proper. )
The secret move has a secret move.
( matter-of-fact, his eyes bright with pleasure despite the tired rings around them. )