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[He finally stops them in a tucked-away corner of the new floor, nearish a window but very much out of the way, blocked from view of the stairwell by placement of a wall.]

I guess... here's good?

[ surveying it himself - of course, there's nothing furniture wise for them to hide behind, and in his esteemed opinion if they're to be safe they should have the phone light off too, but it won't matter all that much anyway. from here - yes, like this -

it's a little high. he left his sword on his bike, in favor of looking more harmless to hurricane; if he needs it, he'll have to run down . . . so he'll need his eyes. the light will be necessary, then, so he can use them.

giving a nod after the brief moment of looking around, and he says, casually, ]

I suppose there aren't any closets around here, are there . . . ?

[ before he looks to the corner, looks up to him - in askance, does he want to sit first or should he? ]

[There's a brief pause before the reply; it's probably too dark to see the way his cheeks color just slightly.]

...nah.

Pretty sure this place wasn't residential.

[He kills the light on the phone - hesitates, then goes to tuck himself into the corner.]

Fire escape's out the window, if we gotta go.

Ah - alright.vDo only residential places have closets?

[ pulling the blanket around hurricane's shoulders again before, yanno, very casually sitting on his lap

as you do. ]

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I dunno. I mean. I guess there could be like some kinda supply closet or -

[That is about as far as he gets, because suddenly his lap is full, and he stops talking.]

[ I can't believe I edited just to add a typo

anyway, shifting a little, carefully neutral and casual in his expression while he adjusts himself and then presses his torso against the other's - softer, different, though his scent is still the same ]

I don't think the Game Tower is really residential, either . . .

[ in a soft voice, musing ]

[Going slowly red; he tips his head away from the cast-off light from the window, to try and hide it.]

Uh. Y-yeah, I guess - I guess there's probly a closet or two in a building that big, huh.

I'm sure there's one somewhere.

[ inclining his head to rest it against the other's shoulder, letting his head tilt so his breath ghosts hurricane's ear ]

Well, if you're comfortable, it's fine all the same.

[He opens his mouth, like he means to say something.]

[Closes it again.]

[Finally manages, with effort:]

This isn't, like. Too much...?

[ settling his hands behind the curve of the other's back, lacing his fingers together to embrace him ]

I'm fine, but is it too much for you?

[On the one hand, he does not often get the level of physical contact he wants, and this is... actually really nice. The weight, and the heat, and the feel of someone else there settles something inside him a little. He didn't even have to ask for it, which brings its own host of anxieties and insecurities.]

[On the other hand,]

It's. It's kinda, like...

[ lightly, ]

Am I too heavy?

U-uh. No. You ain't - heavy.

[ with a soft laugh, as he pulls his head up ]

Is it my current form, then?

[...flushes a little more, and turns his face away from the light, to try and hide it.]

That's got nothing to do with it.

Oh, my.

Is it that my lips are too close?

[A little too rushed:]

That's not it, either.

[ huh. ]

Then, what is it?

It just feels, like...

[Hhhhesitates.]

Close. Y'know?

Is it a bad sort of close?

It's a... close kinda close?

[God, don't ask him to examine his own feelings and put them in words, what is this nonsense,]

[ it's better than being upset and scared and alone, isn't it ]

Would you rather be this close with someone else?

[I mean, yes, but,]

[Instead of answering that properly, he just ducks his head a little more. His cheeks are decidedly flushed now, even in the poor light.]

Dude, what's with playing twenty questions all of a sudden?

Well -

[ with a little shift, picking his head up now to look at him more properly ]

I don't want to make you uncomfortable . . . Is it bothering you? Do you want me to stop?

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