[ it hits him faster than he can process it — a brush of lips, soft and cool, slippery from water cohesion. and makoto, painfully an amateur to types of affection that circumvented gentle hand-holding or warm hugs, thunks down like a brick on the platform, pupils blown wide in equal parts shock and mortification. ]
W-w-w-w-wah ... ?!
[ motor reflexes upended in complete havoc, he half-clambers, half-trips and crumbles again like the loser he is, which is a better signifier of his predilection for blundering wishy-washiness as of late then he'd ever confess to. ]
Huh?! What — what — ...
[ ARE THERE SEA MONSTERS IN THE WATER?!?!?! HIS NIGHTMARES ARE BECOMING TOO REAL ...
out of the morbid desire to face his fears for once, or possibly be eaten whole by them, makoto scrambles back to peer over the edge, checking the water's depths for the perpetrator at hand. ]
b! adds to the kiss pile ...
W-w-w-w-wah ... ?!
[ motor reflexes upended in complete havoc, he half-clambers, half-trips and crumbles again like the loser he is, which is a better signifier of his predilection for blundering wishy-washiness as of late then he'd ever confess to. ]
Huh?! What — what — ...
[ ARE THERE SEA MONSTERS IN THE WATER?!?!?! HIS NIGHTMARES ARE BECOMING TOO REAL ...
out of the morbid desire to face his fears for once, or possibly be eaten whole by them, makoto scrambles back to peer over the edge, checking the water's depths for the perpetrator at hand. ]