He twitches, or flinches. Again, Rasu said something he didn't expect, and it surprises him. He fumbles for a pack of cigarettes in his pants pocket, despite already having one out. This is awkward, and he doesn't know what to say.
A confused sound. How? He's not exactly a likable person. He can do his job and play polite and friendly but it's all just an act, he doesn't do being liked. And the only people that cared for him had been his parents.
It's not exactly a confession, right? Not per se. Probably? Right? He hopes it isn't, because he'd have to turn the guy down if it was and he doesn't want to hurt him because it might bring Rasu back into his shell. Something like that didn't matter when it came to the people he slept with back when he was alive. They were either prostitutes of one-night-stands and if someone said that they had feelings for him... He can't remember, did he bolt? He didn't care about the consequences, at least. Mentally, he curses whatever the hell it was that caused him to ask something like he did the other day.
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A confused sound. How? He's not exactly a likable person. He can do his job and play polite and friendly but it's all just an act, he doesn't do being liked. And the only people that cared for him had been his parents.
It's not exactly a confession, right? Not per se. Probably? Right? He hopes it isn't, because he'd have to turn the guy down if it was and he doesn't want to hurt him because it might bring Rasu back into his shell. Something like that didn't matter when it came to the people he slept with back when he was alive. They were either prostitutes of one-night-stands and if someone said that they had feelings for him... He can't remember, did he bolt? He didn't care about the consequences, at least. Mentally, he curses whatever the hell it was that caused him to ask something like he did the other day.