That's about as straightforward as it gets. ...Until it isn't, if my hunch about these bastards is right.
[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice. (:
It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.
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[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice.
(:It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.