[ "i guess you're just like this" brings forth a question mark in shoyo's head, just a small one— but it's not enough to ask. yeah, he was totally like this! touchy-feely-jumpy-grabby, it usually was part of an outlet for celebration. what was he celebrating here? friendship? would he want to do something, repeatedly, to celebrate friendship?
it's never happened before, and now shoyo's the one silently off guard because he actually has to ponder it, a doofy smile in place regardless. one that may feel a touch frozen. one question falling into another into another into another— lazarus had some more color to him too, huh— ]
Understandddd. . . [ he's trying to guess, and carves a spoonful of food from his package, guided back to his lap: ] You've got a nice smile with the right direction?
[ shoyo promptly stuffs his mouth with the spoonful and gives a thumbs up! in hopes of not saying anything else without thought and making things awkward! he's got to figure this out, first. ]
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it's never happened before, and now shoyo's the one silently off guard because he actually has to ponder it, a doofy smile in place regardless. one that may feel a touch frozen. one question falling into another into another into another— lazarus had some more color to him too, huh—
]
Understandddd. . . [ he's trying to guess, and carves a spoonful of food from his package, guided back to his lap: ] You've got a nice smile with the right direction?
[ shoyo promptly stuffs his mouth with the spoonful and gives a thumbs up! in hopes of not saying anything else without thought and making things awkward! he's got to figure this out, first. ]