[Goro's got clever answers for two of three, but the fourth stutters his heart and heat flashes over his cheeks, he's just teasing it's nothing but banter it's not serious running in quick succession through his mind, but
he needs to leave like right now immediately. It's hard to look at Akira, he's even drawing his hand from Morrigan, choosing to chow down on the rest of his slice... which he resembles in color at the moment, but refrain from commenting on that. When he speaks, it's surprisingly even.]
... We happened to be at your house, [first,] you decided to be so close to me, [second,] and if it can be interpreted in so many ways there's no certainty that it lies in that direction.
[Third, even if it very, very much did. Breathes in slowly, gaze flicking up to meet Akira's through his bangs. Hesitantly opens his mouth to answer the fourth, then closes is as he tries to figure out what.]
No one but you would get that impression, [he finally decides on, forgoing the verses right now.] Which leads me to believe that...
[-- No, he's not going to accuse, he won't let his bias decide his deductions. Presuming too much would be his sure downfall. A small, tight smile, dying on the inside and he cannot scream, pushing some hair behind his ear.]
That you simply watch too many romances, Kurusu. [Back to safety! Again. Wow, amazing.] Poetry fits you, though. I don't know why I'm surprised. You look like someone who'd enjoy it.
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he needs to leave like right now immediately. It's hard to look at Akira, he's even drawing his hand from Morrigan, choosing to chow down on the rest of his slice... which he resembles in color at the moment, but refrain from commenting on that. When he speaks, it's surprisingly even.]
... We happened to be at your house, [first,] you decided to be so close to me, [second,] and if it can be interpreted in so many ways there's no certainty that it lies in that direction.
[Third, even if it very, very much did. Breathes in slowly, gaze flicking up to meet Akira's through his bangs. Hesitantly opens his mouth to answer the fourth, then closes is as he tries to figure out what.]
No one but you would get that impression, [he finally decides on, forgoing the verses right now.] Which leads me to believe that...
[-- No, he's not going to accuse, he won't let his bias decide his deductions. Presuming too much would be his sure downfall. A small, tight smile, dying on the inside and he cannot scream, pushing some hair behind his ear.]
That you simply watch too many romances, Kurusu. [Back to safety! Again. Wow, amazing.] Poetry fits you, though. I don't know why I'm surprised. You look like someone who'd enjoy it.