[--Is she really still chewing? Is he really going to say this when she's chewing and now staring at him like everything's casual and fine and nothing of interest is going on- has gone on?
He actually waits for her to stop eating, despite having basically shoved the stupid thing into her face just minutes before. And that's all he does- wait, silently, except for the slowly growing scowl that sneaks across his face, the frustration at which is 95% directly entirely at himself. The more he waits, the dumber he looks, the more the tight and agitated feeling in his chest grows. Where did all that fuck-all determination go? Lost because the girl he's avoiding confronting feelings over is chewing.]
I'm tryin' to say that I... Alright, it's really stupid but I'm gonna say- Shit, it's just that- you- God, will you fucking stop?!
[If he had an idea of how to go about saying this (he never did, he'll realize a while from now), it was lost to the wait and the frustration. But he knows he's lost it regardless and is left with nothing but... action, really.
you know what you should do again, arakita? say "fuck it". that worked well last time. completely. go on, do it.
At least he does wait until he sees her completely stop chewing, swallow and look at him before he lets out one half hiss, half strangled noise of pure internal tsundere combustion, and lurches his face suddenly forward across the small space between them to press his lips up against her closed ones in probably the most uncoordinated kiss he's ever given a girl before.
(...the only kiss he's given a girl before, and probably the last- less than half a second into it he realizes that, given how she reacted to the headpat, she's probably going to outright murder him for this. he's fucked up and now he's fucked.)
It'd help if he was thinking more instead of just acting on urge, but at least it's not as forceful as one would expect from him. If anything, it's more of a pushy "see, brain, I can do this" mash of lips rather than an aggressive kiss.
...Then again, once thought comes to his suddenly completely and utterly blank headspace, he's going to be regretting a lot more than the specifics of how he kissed her.]
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[--Is she really still chewing? Is he really going to say this when she's chewing and now staring at him like everything's casual and fine and nothing of interest is going on- has gone on?
He actually waits for her to stop eating, despite having basically shoved the stupid thing into her face just minutes before. And that's all he does- wait, silently, except for the slowly growing scowl that sneaks across his face, the frustration at which is 95% directly entirely at himself. The more he waits, the dumber he looks, the more the tight and agitated feeling in his chest grows. Where did all that fuck-all determination go? Lost because the girl he's avoiding confronting feelings over is chewing.]
I'm tryin' to say that I... Alright, it's really stupid but I'm gonna say- Shit, it's just that- you- God, will you fucking stop?!
[If he had an idea of how to go about saying this (he never did, he'll realize a while from now), it was lost to the wait and the frustration. But he knows he's lost it regardless and is left with nothing but... action, really.
you know what you should do again, arakita? say "fuck it". that worked well last time. completely. go on, do it.
At least he does wait until he sees her completely stop chewing, swallow and look at him before he lets out one half hiss, half strangled noise of pure internal tsundere combustion, and lurches his face suddenly forward across the small space between them to press his lips up against her closed ones in probably the most uncoordinated kiss he's ever given a girl before.
(...the only kiss he's given a girl before, and probably the last- less than half a second into it he realizes that, given how she reacted to the headpat, she's probably going to outright murder him for this. he's fucked up and now he's fucked.)
It'd help if he was thinking more instead of just acting on urge, but at least it's not as forceful as one would expect from him. If anything, it's more of a pushy "see, brain, I can do this" mash of lips rather than an aggressive kiss.
...Then again, once thought comes to his suddenly completely and utterly blank headspace, he's going to be regretting a lot more than the specifics of how he kissed her.]