That's really all he could be thankful for in the moment, because inevitably she's going to freak out again, yell, probably sock him in the face with that stupid can and press back into the kiss while not making a single noise.
...Wait. She isn't getting angry or yelling or even pulling away. She's sitting there, and maybe even pushing back a little.
Arakita briefly racks his racing mind for reasons for this- maybe she's scared he'll do something if she doesn't kiss back; It's not like she didn't freak out before and maybe now she's finally become scared of his face like despite never showing it before. Maybe she's making fun of him and this is going to be used as fodder against him. Maybe he's letting himself do some wishful thinking and he's actually kissing an unmoving wall and just making stuff up in his head.
The thought of her actually liking him back, or being at least willing to kiss him back, doesn't come to him just yet. It's him, so why would she. Every other option says that pulling away as soon as possible is his best bet, and so he does just as suddenly as he began the kiss, turning away to hopefully conceal some of the redness in his face. It doesn't work.]
You- Tch, I-I'm not tryin' for anything still, ok? I just-
[He didn't plan to talk (had nothing planned to say) and the fact that he is comes to a surprise to him as well. Having no idea what to say, he cuts the sentence off in a mumble and goes quiet.
A painful pause while obviously fixing his stare at a wall yields no better results. Fuck it. Fuck him. He's dumb.]
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That's really all he could be thankful for in the moment, because inevitably she's going to freak out again, yell, probably sock him in the face with that stupid can and press back into the kiss while not making a single noise.
...Wait. She isn't getting angry or yelling or even pulling away. She's sitting there, and maybe even pushing back a little.
Arakita briefly racks his racing mind for reasons for this- maybe she's scared he'll do something if she doesn't kiss back; It's not like she didn't freak out before and maybe now she's finally become scared of his face like despite never showing it before. Maybe she's making fun of him and this is going to be used as fodder against him. Maybe he's letting himself do some wishful thinking and he's actually kissing an unmoving wall and just making stuff up in his head.
The thought of her actually liking him back, or being at least willing to kiss him back, doesn't come to him just yet. It's him, so why would she. Every other option says that pulling away as soon as possible is his best bet, and so he does just as suddenly as he began the kiss, turning away to hopefully conceal some of the redness in his face. It doesn't work.]
You- Tch, I-I'm not tryin' for anything still, ok? I just-
[He didn't plan to talk (had nothing planned to say) and the fact that he is comes to a surprise to him as well. Having no idea what to say, he cuts the sentence off in a mumble and goes quiet.
A painful pause while obviously fixing his stare at a wall yields no better results. Fuck it. Fuck him. He's dumb.]
...I like you. That's all.