PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[robopriest]

i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me

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[robopriest]

It is maddening. I practically have a headache.

[Anaxagoras sits near. He has this reckless, irrational urge - to embrace him, pull him close, and never let go. His hand twitches. He can't go forward like this, not if he doesn't want to hurt him.]

....I wish I could hug you right now. I really wish that.

[anaxagoreia]

I can already imagine. We are fortunate no one decided to throw down in severity this time.

[ Neither of them are strangers to pain. But, it'd truly hurt for either one of them to even so much as touch.

Anaxagoras almost feels an incredulous laugh about to leave his throat; it feels ridiculous, to become a kind of person who would hold such desires in the first place. And then just like that, he feels like he's had it. ]

...That's it. I won't allow myself to be hindered by this stupid effect any longer...

[ He begins to fiddle with his one glove. Damnit, the fingers are exposed. Maybe he can do something with part of the top-half, separate part of the fabric temporarily? If their hands can touch in some way, they might be able to kind of hold them? ]

If we are careful enough about it and our skin doesn't touch, we can at least do something. Honestly, how infuriating. I refuse to be completely restrained by this insufferable place's attributes...!

[robopriest]

Oh, whoah, hey...

[Anaxagoras is really going for it, huh? That's just like him. A challenge is here, and he's ready to tear it down. Hansa is worried, but...he's admirable of it, too. That fiery passion is something so special, he can't help but let out a little laugh.]

I don't want you hurting yourself. [He's plucking a part of his coat up, pulling it towards his face to place his cheek against it - its not the same, but these gestures mean a lot, too.] Even you being here is enough.

[anaxagoreia]

[ That's just truly how he is.

Anaxagoras hears the gentle laugh from Hansa, which does not ever prevent him from feeling a warmth that courses through him.

Much the same as he gets when he sees the other man place his cheek against a part of that coat. The look on his face is stunned, but also softened. ]

...Yes, there is something to just being able to soak up the sight of each other's presence. And, we do have our ways of getting around it just a little bit, evidently enough.

[ But, slightly stubbornly, he does add: ]

Though, once we have the chance, do realize I won't hesitate to reach out with these very hands of mine.