[ For a fleeting moment, Nirei's proud of himself for not flinching or falling backwards when Endo laughs suddenly. Then the vague threat pulls an embarrassing squeaky noise out of him and he's right back to hating himself and cursing his nonexistent luck for putting him in this situation. ]
R-right! Right. Got it. Of course. I...
[ He swallows, resists the urge to lick his freezing lips, and pockets the handwarmer. He's not sure yet if getting to keep it is good or bad, but something in his gut tells him he should lean on bad just to be safe. Endo's unpredictable — unhinged, really, but not even Nirei would say that out loud — and the only thing about him that can be counted on is his obvious need to survive this.
Now that the initial shock is wearing off, Nirei's all too aware again of how cold he is, how wet his clothes are, and he forces his legs to function again and take him to the booth furthest from Endo's. Contrary to his reckless and self-sacrificing ways, Nirei doesn't secretly want to die. He especially doesn't want to die in a crusty old building with nothing but the dust and a madman as witness. So fear be damned, he's not going to wait for permission to stay. He physically can't. ]
I'm sorry. I uh, I understand, but I'm reeeally not worth the waste of energy. So please just- [ He looks at Endo from the corner of his eye as he walks, hunched over and careful like an anxious dog. ] -just sit down and ignore me. Please. Please.
[ Once he's close enough, he begins emptying his pockets onto the dirty table — the shitty handwarmer, a few small packs of gummi candies, his phone — and starts stripping off his snow soaked hoodie. He's still half-focused on Endo through it, like looking away for too long will make him materialize closer. A millisecond glance while laying the wet fabric on the booth's backrest, another while stepping out of his soggy shoes, another while double-checking if his socks are dry enough to keep on.
If Endo's watching Nirei back, it's plain to see that his laughably thin clothes are not where his use will lie.
His socks are safe, thankfully, but his pants are too wet from slipping in the snow earlier to just roll up. Nirei makes a face, then sighs and gets on with unbuckling his belt. This time, he doesn't look anywhere but a random wall as he steps out of his pants and hangs them next to his hoodie. It's not like he's never undressed in front of someone before, but changing near his friends and family is completely different from standing in a damp sweater, star patterned boxer briefs, and old gym socks around his worst fears personified. ]
oh noo not the cuddles D: (>:3).......oh well what's one more harrowing humiliation on his long list
R-right! Right. Got it. Of course. I...
[ He swallows, resists the urge to lick his freezing lips, and pockets the handwarmer. He's not sure yet if getting to keep it is good or bad, but something in his gut tells him he should lean on bad just to be safe. Endo's unpredictable — unhinged, really, but not even Nirei would say that out loud — and the only thing about him that can be counted on is his obvious need to survive this.
Now that the initial shock is wearing off, Nirei's all too aware again of how cold he is, how wet his clothes are, and he forces his legs to function again and take him to the booth furthest from Endo's. Contrary to his reckless and self-sacrificing ways, Nirei doesn't secretly want to die. He especially doesn't want to die in a crusty old building with nothing but the dust and a madman as witness. So fear be damned, he's not going to wait for permission to stay. He physically can't. ]
I'm sorry. I uh, I understand, but I'm reeeally not worth the waste of energy. So please just- [ He looks at Endo from the corner of his eye as he walks, hunched over and careful like an anxious dog. ] -just sit down and ignore me. Please. Please.
[ Once he's close enough, he begins emptying his pockets onto the dirty table — the shitty handwarmer, a few small packs of gummi candies, his phone — and starts stripping off his snow soaked hoodie. He's still half-focused on Endo through it, like looking away for too long will make him materialize closer. A millisecond glance while laying the wet fabric on the booth's backrest, another while stepping out of his soggy shoes, another while double-checking if his socks are dry enough to keep on.
If Endo's watching Nirei back, it's plain to see that his laughably thin clothes are not where his use will lie.
His socks are safe, thankfully, but his pants are too wet from slipping in the snow earlier to just roll up. Nirei makes a face, then sighs and gets on with unbuckling his belt. This time, he doesn't look anywhere but a random wall as he steps out of his pants and hangs them next to his hoodie. It's not like he's never undressed in front of someone before, but changing near his friends and family is completely different from standing in a damp sweater, star patterned boxer briefs, and old gym socks around his worst fears personified. ]