[which is absolutely true. leave that stuff to the crowned prince, codename: Mr. Gar. he knew his way around a rod or two, and a wealth of far more inappropriate sex pun fishuenndos, you know. as he's wont to do. there's a little lift to his voice, when he says it, enjoying the borderline-teasing that's going on. that sort of stuff puts him right in his comfort zone, a place where he falls back to often enough to hide a mass of other hiccups that imply his actual lack of self-faith.
but the most important thing to note here is that it feels like this is actually beginning to work- Prompto's a lot more comfortable, and he can't quite tell if McGillis is too, but the way he exerts more of himself on Prompto, the more he gets a positive reinforcement that they're heading in the right direction. actually, he might not be too bad at it, after all? he knows the general would never agree to it, but would it really be the worst thing in the world to fall asleep like this? in the arms of a kind of dreamy man?
gross.
here's the rub, though. and it's kind of awful, because Prompto thinks "corner square?" and kissing's not the one that comes directly to mind. mostly because, well, the other guy seems kind of unreachable and Prompto doesn't have the gusto to go for gold. instead, he blinks, opens his mouth, and then closes it. alright, dude. you asked for it.]
Uhm. Okay. We can try that. [shifting, a little, he brushes his fingers across McGillis' arm.] Y'know, I-I... I, uh. I've never really been with a guy before. This doesn't make me gay or anything, right?
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[which is absolutely true. leave that stuff to the crowned prince, codename: Mr. Gar. he knew his way around a rod or two, and a wealth of far more inappropriate sex pun fishuenndos, you know. as he's wont to do. there's a little lift to his voice, when he says it, enjoying the borderline-teasing that's going on. that sort of stuff puts him right in his comfort zone, a place where he falls back to often enough to hide a mass of other hiccups that imply his actual lack of self-faith.
but the most important thing to note here is that it feels like this is actually beginning to work- Prompto's a lot more comfortable, and he can't quite tell if McGillis is too, but the way he exerts more of himself on Prompto, the more he gets a positive reinforcement that they're heading in the right direction. actually, he might not be too bad at it, after all? he knows the general would never agree to it, but would it really be the worst thing in the world to fall asleep like this? in the arms of a kind of dreamy man?
gross.
here's the rub, though. and it's kind of awful, because Prompto thinks "corner square?" and kissing's not the one that comes directly to mind. mostly because, well, the other guy seems kind of unreachable and Prompto doesn't have the gusto to go for gold. instead, he blinks, opens his mouth, and then closes it. alright, dude. you asked for it.]
Uhm. Okay. We can try that. [shifting, a little, he brushes his fingers across McGillis' arm.] Y'know, I-I... I, uh. I've never really been with a guy before. This doesn't make me gay or anything, right?
[he's not very convincing.]