[ Vaguely, somewhere at the very back of his mind, Fuuta does feel a little squirm of alarm trying to make itself heard. His body doesn't feel right -- his mouth feels hot and tingly, his gaze swimming a little as his thoughts start to blur together. His skin feels itchy, and he has to fight back the urge to rub at himself to ease the sensation. A kiss really would fix a lot ...
Too bad his pride keeps him from heeding that tendril of worry. After what Charlie put him through last time, there's no way he can just tuck his tail between his legs and scamper just because he feels a little weird? He's going to get his damn money's worth out of this meal! It'll be fine, he can soldier through whatever's making him feel like this! He's sure of it! ]
Nn -- [ Speaking takes a little effort when his mouth feels so weird, and he swallows thickly before managing to muster words. ] -- who said I enjoy attention. I just wanted a damn meal.
[ Even as he says that, though, he ends up squirming a little, heat pooling sticky through his guts. He doesn't, he's sure. He doesn't like being watched or anything, but ... maybe. Just a little ...
It's telling, too, that he doesn't recoil from Charlie's shoe nudging against his ankle, his increasingly-foggy brain failing to register that touch as more than a pleasant sensation working its way through his nerves. The next slide of Charlie's shoe against his calf earns a breathy exhale, and Fuuta shivers before muttering, ]
I'm fine? I dunno what you're talking about. I'm ... fine.
[ And while he doesn't take the rest of his drink yet, he does spitefully shove a forkful of one of the small plates in his mouth, face flushing hotter and eyes narrowing as he struggles with the flood of sensations spreading over his tongue. It's tasty, of course. But -- it's also not what he really wants right now, weirdly enough. He wants something else, he thinks. ]
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A kiss really would fix a lot ...Too bad his pride keeps him from heeding that tendril of worry. After what Charlie put him through last time, there's no way he can just tuck his tail between his legs and scamper just because he feels a little weird? He's going to get his damn money's worth out of this meal! It'll be fine, he can soldier through whatever's making him feel like this! He's sure of it! ]
Nn -- [ Speaking takes a little effort when his mouth feels so weird, and he swallows thickly before managing to muster words. ] -- who said I enjoy attention. I just wanted a damn meal.
[ Even as he says that, though, he ends up squirming a little, heat pooling sticky through his guts. He doesn't, he's sure. He doesn't like being watched or anything, but ... maybe. Just a little ...
It's telling, too, that he doesn't recoil from Charlie's shoe nudging against his ankle, his increasingly-foggy brain failing to register that touch as more than a pleasant sensation working its way through his nerves. The next slide of Charlie's shoe against his calf earns a breathy exhale, and Fuuta shivers before muttering, ]
I'm fine? I dunno what you're talking about. I'm ... fine.
[ And while he doesn't take the rest of his drink yet, he does spitefully shove a forkful of one of the small plates in his mouth, face flushing hotter and eyes narrowing as he struggles with the flood of sensations spreading over his tongue. It's tasty, of course. But -- it's also not what he really wants right now, weirdly enough. He wants something else, he thinks. ]