[ get away? oushi almost lets out a bubble of laughter at that. choso's grip is so strong on his arm the younger boy is almost certain he's far more likely to accidentally rip his own arm off in any attempts to get away than actually putting any respectable distance between them.
though, a small part of his brain is quick to intone: if choso thought he really wanted to get away, oushi was sure that he would let him.
he doesn't move. ]
Now you're just drawing it out.
[ dangling the thing so expertly above him that oushi cannot help but feel even more compelled to find out what it is. despite himself, he has suspicions. ]
Are you thinking I'll chicken out or something?
[ as always, his body betrays him. his eyes make the briefest glance down towards choso's lips, noting the pleased — or is it that they're pleasing? — curve of them. ]
no subject
though, a small part of his brain is quick to intone: if choso thought he really wanted to get away, oushi was sure that he would let him.
he doesn't move. ]
Now you're just drawing it out.
[ dangling the thing so expertly above him that oushi cannot help but feel even more compelled to find out what it is. despite himself, he has suspicions. ]
Are you thinking I'll chicken out or something?
[ as always, his body betrays him. his eyes make the briefest glance down towards choso's lips, noting the pleased — or is it that they're pleasing? — curve of them. ]
No way, I'm no chump.