Hmmm? [Hinata's grinning broadly as he keeps on spinning him, until he can pull Komaeda close again. He slides his hand back securely around his waist and dips in close, nudging their foreheads.]
[Komaeda moves to slide both arms around Hinata's neck now, so he can pull himself close, smiling. One hand moves to settle against Hinata's cheek, fingers caressing lightly over skin.]
It was a little surprising... [And maybe he sounds a bit breathless now, but he's smiling.] But I didn't say I don't like it.
[Hinata's face turns slightly, into the press of his fingers. These days, he can hardly tell which one's the real hand and which one's the prosthetic. His own work, but also because Komaeda's fallen back into being so comfortable with two once more.
His eyes close for a moment as he thinks this, content.]
[Komaeda informs him before the laugh he's been holding back escapes.] But even if I do, there's really no denying that I like it anyway.
[He does like it, okay? So any complaining would be at best just noise. So maybe he's leaning a little closer while they dance, while they're close. Maybe he's forgotten they're quite as in public as they are, but it's hard to remember when he's actually feeling this at ease.
Fingertips -- and they are his prosthetic; Hinata's right really. He uses them as though they're both his flesh and blood -- continue over Hinata's cheek for a moment before he wraps that arm around him as well.]
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You don't like being spinned, Nagito?
[HE LIKED IT...]
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It was a little surprising... [And maybe he sounds a bit breathless now, but he's smiling.] But I didn't say I don't like it.
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[Hinata's face turns slightly, into the press of his fingers. These days, he can hardly tell which one's the real hand and which one's the prosthetic. His own work, but also because Komaeda's fallen back into being so comfortable with two once more.
His eyes close for a moment as he thinks this, content.]
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[Komaeda informs him before the laugh he's been holding back escapes.] But even if I do, there's really no denying that I like it anyway.
[He does like it, okay? So any complaining would be at best just noise. So maybe he's leaning a little closer while they dance, while they're close. Maybe he's forgotten they're quite as in public as they are, but it's hard to remember when he's actually feeling this at ease.
Fingertips -- and they are his prosthetic; Hinata's right really. He uses them as though they're both his flesh and blood -- continue over Hinata's cheek for a moment before he wraps that arm around him as well.]