[Takao looks down. His eyes inch over the course of the subjective day from Yoite's gloves themselves to his wrists, immediately covered by sleeves with no gap showing skin. It's like a long exam period for a question with a simple answer in the back of the textbook. "Scar on neck. Black blotches on arms."]
Oh.
[He feels his heart beat a little faster even though they've been just sitting here for God knows how long. He is really impressed that Yoite has not drawn on that mysterious source of energy or surprising agility - like the last time his barriers were so compromised - to actively push him away. Well, Takao figures that if staring isn't okay, then explicitly asking "why besides the cold" would be digging his hole even deeper. He offers a small, wry smile and a pithy comment instead.]
Well, you make the look work. [He glances up, first into Yoite's eyes, then the top of his head.] The coordinated hat and all. Have you been doing it for long?
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[Takao looks down. His eyes inch over the course of the subjective day from Yoite's gloves themselves to his wrists, immediately covered by sleeves with no gap showing skin. It's like a long exam period for a question with a simple answer in the back of the textbook. "Scar on neck. Black blotches on arms."]
Oh.
[He feels his heart beat a little faster even though they've been just sitting here for God knows how long. He is really impressed that Yoite has not drawn on that mysterious source of energy or surprising agility - like the last time his barriers were so compromised - to actively push him away. Well, Takao figures that if staring isn't okay, then explicitly asking "why besides the cold" would be digging his hole even deeper. He offers a small, wry smile and a pithy comment instead.]
Well, you make the look work. [He glances up, first into Yoite's eyes, then the top of his head.] The coordinated hat and all. Have you been doing it for long?