[ that playful smile kento uses to ward off things he doesn't feel like talking about winds its way up onto his face, the one that usually precedes a potshot. and true to form, he sighs, eyes pressing shut as if he pities having to bring it up at all. (he doesn't, it's a good distraction.) ]
Should have known. It wouldn't kill you to keep up w -
[ he falls short of finishing when fingers draw across his skin, the motion of it catching him so off guard he starts, eyes snapping open and flicking down.
[ goshi thinks he should pull his hand back, the spell that reeled him into making contact already broken and gone, but his fingers remain where they are, immovable like kento usually is. it's weird, really, to see this kind of look on him - goshi wants to know what lead to this even though the chances of him getting a straight answer are pretty slim.
[ kento's usually better at evading things like this from the get go, just as a point of pride, especially when he hadn't thought he'd be confronted in the first place. he could spin it as an accident, even when he's more careful than that... the cool air that replaces goshi's fingertips makes him reconsider. ]
It was at a club the other night. [ not a lie. ] You could say I was in the right place at the right time.
[ he chooses his turn of phrase carefully, almost as to appear sarcastic, though there's none of his happy sing-songing to accompany it, like there usually would be. ]
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Should have known. It wouldn't kill you to keep up w -
[ he falls short of finishing when fingers draw across his skin, the motion of it catching him so off guard he starts, eyes snapping open and flicking down.
he forgets it still hurts. ]
...you don't have to tell me that.
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he finally drops his hand. ]
So why'd you go and get yourself all bruised up?
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It was at a club the other night. [ not a lie. ] You could say I was in the right place at the right time.
[ he chooses his turn of phrase carefully, almost as to appear sarcastic, though there's none of his happy sing-songing to accompany it, like there usually would be. ]