[ 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.
...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.
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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. ]
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[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.
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[ 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?
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[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]
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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.