{ thankfully ayato has years of being able to hide reactions to surprising incidents with ease, otherwise hot soup may have ended up all over the floor. whatever he'd expected after receiving a message that morning, this was not it.
sure, there are pieces of evidence in the room that may elude to how thoma came to be in this state, but it's incredibly difficult to look away from the sight that greets him as he steps inside. he blindly shuts the door behind himself, fingers reaching for a lock to twist.
perhaps, if he were a nicer person, he may have left and apologised for walking in on this moment.
perhaps, if he were more thoughtful on how this may change things going forward, he wouldn't have given himself a moment to drink in the sight and sounds thoma makes on his bed. his throat feels awfully dry, a thought he doesn't let himself linger on yet, as his eyes slide down over from thoma's face to where his hand disappears under the covers. }
My goodness, { despite how much he tries, it's hard to stop the breathiness that leaks into his voice as he speaks. after giving himself what feels like forever, but is likely only a minute or so, he'll move closer. it's close enough that he can place the soup aside (and it's a small miracle he manages to put it down without breaking eye contact) and now he's closer he can see the extent how badly flushed he is, his hand reaching out to hold thoma's face in place by gently holding his chin. } were you hoping to be caught in this state?
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Date: 2023-03-26 07:52 pm (UTC)sure, there are pieces of evidence in the room that may elude to how thoma came to be in this state, but it's incredibly difficult to look away from the sight that greets him as he steps inside. he blindly shuts the door behind himself, fingers reaching for a lock to twist.
perhaps, if he were a nicer person, he may have left and apologised for walking in on this moment.
perhaps, if he were more thoughtful on how this may change things going forward, he wouldn't have given himself a moment to drink in the sight and sounds thoma makes on his bed. his throat feels awfully dry, a thought he doesn't let himself linger on yet, as his eyes slide down over from thoma's face to where his hand disappears under the covers. }
My goodness, { despite how much he tries, it's hard to stop the breathiness that leaks into his voice as he speaks. after giving himself what feels like forever, but is likely only a minute or so, he'll move closer. it's close enough that he can place the soup aside (and it's a small miracle he manages to put it down without breaking eye contact) and now he's closer he can see the extent how badly flushed he is, his hand reaching out to hold thoma's face in place by gently holding his chin. } were you hoping to be caught in this state?