[The mood doesn't change so much as progress, moving along as calmly and pleasantly as a country carriage-ride on a warm spring day. For a few seconds there's nothing threatening at all on their radar, and just enough alcohol in both their systems to put mischief in their smiles and eyes.
He leans closer, keenly interested in what Shōyō's about to say next after working up to it so dramatically, and perhaps he should have expected it. Perhaps it was only inevitable, but he still freezes for a moment in shock when their lips touch.
In fairness, every part of him but his lips freeze, because they fit together well with Shōyō's. His eyes start to close, but a more rational part of him is awkwardly truncating it before the rest of him can unfreeze and feel the radiating spread of heat and excitement. He's turning away, taking a step back, and knowing immediately that it will be seen as a rejection.
He regrets it, but what else can he do when they're here, in the home of one who would call himself God, and L is committed to pulling him down from his self-constructed holy cross that Paul is all too eager to kneel at?]
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He leans closer, keenly interested in what Shōyō's about to say next after working up to it so dramatically, and perhaps he should have expected it. Perhaps it was only inevitable, but he still freezes for a moment in shock when their lips touch.
In fairness, every part of him but his lips freeze, because they fit together well with Shōyō's. His eyes start to close, but a more rational part of him is awkwardly truncating it before the rest of him can unfreeze and feel the radiating spread of heat and excitement. He's turning away, taking a step back, and knowing immediately that it will be seen as a rejection.
He regrets it, but what else can he do when they're here, in the home of one who would call himself God, and L is committed to pulling him down from his self-constructed holy cross that Paul is all too eager to kneel at?]