[Tsurugi thanks his stars that Shindou was the one to answer the door, that Shindou was the one who could put on the act and not flounder at an excuse of why his cheeks were suddenly flushed pink, or why it looked like he was completely out of breath when there was no reason to be. Tsurugi, naturally, could play the part of indifference, closing his eyes and turning his head to look out the window, giving the impression that he was just awkward around people in general instead of being caught...
Almost kissing.
He can feel his cheeks reddening again as his eyes close, hoping that the maid would be satisfied with the answer Shindou gave her, despite her worries. She was, in the end, although he can't help but catch her apprehension on the way out. Here's hoping that she only took it as surprise and not something worse...
With the door shut, Tsurugi stiffens up once more, turning to face Shindou as he places that tray down. Where do they even pick up? Was their chance just over now? Did he mess up by not going for it quick enough? Or was it more of a lifesaver that they hadn't kissed just then? Who knows what would've happened if the maid had gotten curious and walked in to see why the young master of the house hadn't answered when called out to...
So many variables going through his head, and yet so few words actually come out.]
I-It's alright.
[A shuffle of his fingers, the tips pressing against each other as his elbows rest on his knees]
Did you...? [His eyes search Shindou, the question sinking into the pits of his throat and drowning there.
Want to try again? That was what he wanted to finish the sentence with.]
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Almost kissing.
He can feel his cheeks reddening again as his eyes close, hoping that the maid would be satisfied with the answer Shindou gave her, despite her worries. She was, in the end, although he can't help but catch her apprehension on the way out. Here's hoping that she only took it as surprise and not something worse...
With the door shut, Tsurugi stiffens up once more, turning to face Shindou as he places that tray down. Where do they even pick up? Was their chance just over now? Did he mess up by not going for it quick enough? Or was it more of a lifesaver that they hadn't kissed just then? Who knows what would've happened if the maid had gotten curious and walked in to see why the young master of the house hadn't answered when called out to...
So many variables going through his head, and yet so few words actually come out.]
I-It's alright.
[A shuffle of his fingers, the tips pressing against each other as his elbows rest on his knees]
Did you...? [His eyes search Shindou, the question sinking into the pits of his throat and drowning there.
Want to try again? That was what he wanted to finish the sentence with.]