[ no. no, his shakes his head on top of lazarus', feeling a surging little thrill just thinking about it that makes him briefly shiver up and down. he even strengthens a squeeze with his arms, and bring them closer belly-to-belly. most of this is from the eager joy in confirming this (and more) as a date. ]
And movies, and donuts . . . [ speaking of donuts— these are still behind him and in grave danger of tipping sideways! relinquishing his hold on lazarus for a moment, shoyo reaches behind him for a box of simple, sugary pastries. nothing exemplary, since trench lacks in anything too modern or flashy, but it's not fish, or mushrooms. they are, perhaps, fake donuts. shoyo then pulls his head back just enough to look downwards and lock eyes. ] Can this be a date?
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And movies, and donuts . . . [ speaking of donuts— these are still behind him and in grave danger of tipping sideways! relinquishing his hold on lazarus for a moment, shoyo reaches behind him for a box of simple, sugary pastries. nothing exemplary, since trench lacks in anything too modern or flashy, but it's not fish, or mushrooms. they are, perhaps, fake donuts. shoyo then pulls his head back just enough to look downwards and lock eyes. ] Can this be a date?