He opens his eye lazily when he's nudged, glances at Chuuya and - he didn't mean to read the thought bubble. That's why he limited his own vision in the first place but.
As Baren follows Chuuya out the door - not blushing, but certainly sour-faced in the way that he gets when something is too sincere for him to be able to process - he has another thought bubble.
So it really is...
And then it trails off, as if love is still too dangerous for him to accept. But his bubble remains a faintly hazy red before it disappears. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and his lighter when they exit, apparently not at all scared of fire, and lights one before releasing the smoke into air in a stream that he hopes obscures his thoughts.]
If you needed me for something, you should've called.
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He opens his eye lazily when he's nudged, glances at Chuuya and - he didn't mean to read the thought bubble. That's why he limited his own vision in the first place but.
As Baren follows Chuuya out the door - not blushing, but certainly sour-faced in the way that he gets when something is too sincere for him to be able to process - he has another thought bubble.
So it really is...
And then it trails off, as if love is still too dangerous for him to accept. But his bubble remains a faintly hazy red before it disappears. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and his lighter when they exit, apparently not at all scared of fire, and lights one before releasing the smoke into air in a stream that he hopes obscures his thoughts.]
If you needed me for something, you should've called.