[ and then there's kisumi, who is more energized by the sense of extraordinary of it all. he is usually inspired by the social, by the meeting of people in places they would not normally frequent, but this is different. this is a sense of unnerve wrapped in the absurd - they're in a spaceship, abducted, because their home worlds have been destroyed. those are the facts they're given and yet here they are, in the midst of a christmas-time celebration, drunk enough to laugh at the fluid, easy way makoto moves.
he wonders, briefly, if makoto's ever been drunk before. wonders, briefly, if there would have ever been a moment back home that this could have been created. it's a kind of useless dream, futile in its wonder, so kisumi pushes the thought away to return to the steps they make, twirling around the floor. he's not entirely sure how they end up in the corner they inhabit, what thoughts or decisions pushed them this far from their original entrance, but makoto's body is warm through his suit and kisumi is just intoxicated enough to step a bit closer, to use his body to twirl them around.
and then there's a laugh, in response to the whistle, before kisumi is swinging his head for his bangs to move a bit out of his eyes. there's a smile playing on his lips as he watches makoto's arched brow. a near-mischievous kind of sparkle in his eye. ] I don't know if I should take that as a compliment. Did you think I always wore my school uniform? [ the comment is harmless, kidding in its questioning. but just to make it clear, kisumi's smile breaks into a near-laugh, shaking his head. ] Not at all! I think you look quite handsome, actually. The suit really works for you.
[ kisumi lets his eyes wander appreciatively down makoto's front before lifting them again with a smile. he could say more, really, but it's in that moment that makoto drapes over his shoulders and kisumi lets out a quiet, pleased sort of laugh, wrapping his arms around makoto's waist in response. ]
If that's what you want to learn. We could even start now, if you wanted.
not at all?????
he wonders, briefly, if makoto's ever been drunk before. wonders, briefly, if there would have ever been a moment back home that this could have been created. it's a kind of useless dream, futile in its wonder, so kisumi pushes the thought away to return to the steps they make, twirling around the floor. he's not entirely sure how they end up in the corner they inhabit, what thoughts or decisions pushed them this far from their original entrance, but makoto's body is warm through his suit and kisumi is just intoxicated enough to step a bit closer, to use his body to twirl them around.
and then there's a laugh, in response to the whistle, before kisumi is swinging his head for his bangs to move a bit out of his eyes. there's a smile playing on his lips as he watches makoto's arched brow. a near-mischievous kind of sparkle in his eye. ] I don't know if I should take that as a compliment. Did you think I always wore my school uniform? [ the comment is harmless, kidding in its questioning. but just to make it clear, kisumi's smile breaks into a near-laugh, shaking his head. ] Not at all! I think you look quite handsome, actually. The suit really works for you.
[ kisumi lets his eyes wander appreciatively down makoto's front before lifting them again with a smile. he could say more, really, but it's in that moment that makoto drapes over his shoulders and kisumi lets out a quiet, pleased sort of laugh, wrapping his arms around makoto's waist in response. ]
If that's what you want to learn. We could even start now, if you wanted.