robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[ That sigh given in an exhale sounds like a peaceful note; a pleasant sound to his ears, which makes that warm sensation continue to rise in his chest once more. ]

Hmm...it's rare someone ever called myself arrogant, recently. Although, foolish was far more common.

[ Anaxagoras the Foolish, was one of the few derogatory monikers used when referring to himself. Though, despite him saying these words, he doesn't sound bitter - his tone sounds exactly in that snug spot of snarky with traces of slight amusement. ]

I'll be glad to make myself certain to turn each day I can into exactly that. Of course, I know I'll have to be realistic...but, you know me well by now, don't you?

There isn't much that can stop myself from succeeding when I put my mind to it. You've seen it time and time again, haven't you?

[ Okay...maybe that was a bit more arrogant. ]

I think you can be a little bit of both.

[And that's why he liked him, from the start. There was something so similar, in how they approached the world. No man could stand in their way. They were like freight trains, speeding through any obstacle to their destination.]

[His hand slips upwards, starting to thread through that vibrant green hair.]

I have seen it. And I know nothing can stop you. Not even me. [His face dips, mouth held near his ear as he quietly admits, like a secret.] But I will try to get you, too. Because you like the attention, too. And I want to spoil you rotten.

[ Perhaps that's what indeed helped bring them closer together - despite the differences in their demeanors, their minds functioned similar.

Feeling those fingers thread through his hair is a surprise. Pleasant. Much the same way he speaks so close, yet so quietly, near one ear; enough to have him take a sharp intake of breath.

Then, he lets out a little, almost breathless laugh, slipping that other hand around the other man to complete a proper embrace in return. ]

Hansa...tsk, you know you're right. But if you spoil me, I'll greedily soak it all up.

Perhaps partly because I can't say I really know what it's like to be pampered so much. And because it's you.

[ It's embarrassing admitting he does like the idea. He's glad his face is currently where it is, because he doesn't know how to look at Hansa, while being so delighted, his heart pounding fiercely.

Just as Hansa is ready to readily to shower him in so much attention and affection, he wants to - will - do the very same. ]

Because it's me?

[He, too, lets out a little hiccup of a laugh. Everything feels like little butterflies are under his skin, making him feel nervous and bubbly all at once. For someone who dishes out flirting, he's way too sensitive to something like this.]

[His ears are heated -he's trying to ignore them as much as he can.]

Wow. [He doesn't know what to say, just resting his head against him again, giving his frame a little squeeze.] You really know how to flatter a man. I really...don't have the words. Hehe. You take them out of me, sometimes.

[ Is it because they have the opportunity to explore the parts of themselves yet to be revealed?

His smile turns joyful, soft. A delightful small sound escaping him after the squeeze that he would say is a natural logical reaction to mildly pleasant outside stimuli, the feel of brightness; a rare spot of lightweightedness. ]

Now you know how I felt at times, being around you.

Perhaps it is a little payback, as well.

[ A slight tease. ]

...To be honest, if payback is like this, you'll make me into a puddle.

[But somehow he doesn't mind. There's something about the expectation, of seeing what the man will throw at him next. It's exciting. He wants nothing but it all the time.]

[The noise Anaxa makes only makes his heart flutter, a nervous little butterfly.]

From the moment I met you I felt you were special.

A puddle, is it? I wonder, you've already shown me such a rare side...I can only be even more naturally curious to see what you would look like then. It'd be a worthy pursuit of a piece of precious knowledge.

[ Anaxagoras tries to imagine Hansa turning into a silly little puddle from affection, and he lets out a light laugh. The imagery is something he wants to continue to imagine in his mind's eye.

He shifts his head, opening one eye to glance at where Hansa has settled his head beside him. ]

However, you state that, but then you dare utter words saying 'I was special' from the very first meeting. Tsk, are you trying to melt my heart before I can do so to you?

[...]

[That is absolutely a dusting of pink over his cheeks, now, even as much as he's keeping his voice as level as possible. A piece of precious knowledge. Christ.]

Maaaaaaaybe? Hehe...you know me. I hit first and I hit hard.

[help him]

[ Is that some pink he sees. A cute blush from Hansa...ah, he is starting to enjoy this even more.

His one eye narrows in clear glee, and his tone shifts to match. ]

Hmm...I certainly do.

Though, I see it may be that I have the chance of hitting even swifter than you do.

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