[Almost as if daring the man, Chuuya tilts his head just slightly, baring a little more of his throat with no fear in his eyes as he meets Fyodor's gaze. He knows there's no danger here, unless Fyodor decides to try just to make a point, but that isn't quite the man's style.
And he knows that the not knowing probably unsettles the man, but there isn't much Chuuya can do about that.] I'm a flesh and blood person, just like you. Just like pretty much anyone else, really.
[And that was the crux of it, wasn't it? The breath Fyodor can feel from his throat, the warmth of his skin. He wasn't something untouchable and 'divine'. He was just... Chuuya.
A huff of laugh escapes his lips at Fyodor's flowery words, though it's pretty easy to tell he's a tiny bit flustered by the unexpectedly bold-faced compliment, this close in proximity. He inhales deeply as Fyodor's index finger slides up closer to his jawline, his skin just a little more sensitive along that path, tendons and veins closer to the surface, too.] 'Lovely' probably isn't what people thought a week and a half ago when I was zeroing in on the village in a corruption fueled haze.
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And he knows that the not knowing probably unsettles the man, but there isn't much Chuuya can do about that.] I'm a flesh and blood person, just like you. Just like pretty much anyone else, really.
[And that was the crux of it, wasn't it? The breath Fyodor can feel from his throat, the warmth of his skin. He wasn't something untouchable and 'divine'. He was just... Chuuya.
A huff of laugh escapes his lips at Fyodor's flowery words, though it's pretty easy to tell he's a tiny bit flustered by the unexpectedly bold-faced compliment, this close in proximity. He inhales deeply as Fyodor's index finger slides up closer to his jawline, his skin just a little more sensitive along that path, tendons and veins closer to the surface, too.] 'Lovely' probably isn't what people thought a week and a half ago when I was zeroing in on the village in a corruption fueled haze.