robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[ Is it any surprise that Anaxagoras will venture outwards into the witch's lair himself at some point? New places are meant to be explored. To be looked into.

Though, by midday, he certainly is feeling...off, even if he is uncertain in what way just yet. The cloudy day makes for a gloomy atmosphere, even if he's merely stepping in with a look of curiosity, gaze becoming a bit more spirited when he sees who it is. ]

...I wonder, is it possible you beat me to looking around a place like this, Hansa?

....?

[He's cringing as he's glancing around.]

Anaxagoras. Don't be mad. I swear I didn't drink the well water again.

[ Why is he cringing, he wonders?

Anaxagoras does not catch on just yet. But, he does notice something in particular - hard not to when the other man's lips are moving, and no sound is caught by his ears. ]

...What are you saying?

[ Oh goddamnit, why can't he hear a damn thing all of a sudden? It was fine before he walked into here...he claps his hands over his ears. That doesn't do anything but it sounds like a smacking noise...it's fine. ]

...?

[His voice is nearby, and so, he's reaching out a little. Where art thou, Anaxagoras...]

I said, I went blind again. You're there. Please come here, okay?

...I can't hear anything.

[ Anaxagoras does see the other man reaching out and hurries on over, though, because he has an idea. His hand moves to carefully grasp a hold of Hansa's within his.

Hansa has likely felt his hands so much lately that even the sensation may feel familiar? ]

However, I'm here now. Right by your side.

...

[The touch of his hand immediately relaxes him - Hansa smiles, thumb curling to gently rub over it.]

There you are. And you can't hear anything? That's a bummer and a half.

[He's raising up his hand gently, fingertips brushing against the man's shoulder, before he uses it to trail upwards to grasp his face. Here. A little peck of a kiss for you.]

[ Maybe they can receive messages by Hansa making like "letters" on the palm of one of Anaxa's hands from fingertips...like love-themed communications. He can feel the touch, and see that wonderful smile like always, though - and gives a light squeeze. ]

I want to hear your voice. I miss it.

[ He feels a pleasant heat rise to his cheeks though when he receives that touch, then a peck just like that - he moves his head slightly to briefly return it. ]

...Perhaps there is still a way for us to still communicate, however.

Maybe...hmmm.

[He can probably write, but he wouldn't be able to see if his handwriting was good or understandable, probably.]

[Hansa does tug at the man's hand, though, finding the palm before he "writes", in quick little strokes.]

Y-O-U-A-R-E-C-U-T-E. Heh.

[ ...oh, this is definitely the preferable way by far, and a very logical direction to take.

It's a pity the other man can't see the little surprise before the smile, with cheeks dusted with a flush. ]

I'd been wondering what kind of important message you had to communicate to me.

...Thus, it is only reasonable for myself to remark on how handsome you are in turn. Consider this as just as much an important communication, alright?

[ Another kiss, to Hansa's cheek this time. ]

[He knows the Professor well enough at this point to know he's blushing. Why wouldn't he? Hansa chuckles, glad for his personal little victory.]

Y-O-U-A-R-E-H-A-N-D-S-O-M-E-2.

[He didn't want to spell out the "two"...]

[Regardless, he's pulling the hand up to add a kiss to the palm.]

[ Now, his face is even more red.

...Hansa indeed knows him well. ]

Tsk. Perhaps I should have expected you'd turn it upon me...

[ Anaxagoras' words are softly spoken with a slight huff to them, though with a pleasant one. Where the other had left a kiss, there is even a pleasant tingle. ]

...truthfully, you say I have a way with words. But, you should realize your thoughtfulness and warmth has struck myself senseless at times.

[ Like this, he can aim for a quick kiss upon the man's nose. ]

Senseless? Haha. That makes me remember.

[And another little stroke of his finger, writing out-]

I-W-O-N-C-H-A-L-L-E-N-G-E. C-H-A-R-M-E-D-Y-O-U.

[From the beginning, he had thrown it down. And here, he has claimed victory.]

[Hansa's nose tickles, and he laughs, even as he's reaching out for the man's face to press his lips against his jaw.]

[ Anaxagoras does not hear the first part as expected.

But, as for the rest...he so happens to look admittedly rather surprised, eye widened just the same, staring a bit in nothing less than obvious surprise.

He...had forgotten all about that, when Hansa stated that he would manage something to that effect, more or less. ]

...

[ ...Then, he will go ahead, and let out a soft laugh, even as he remembers the lingering tingle of the kiss is pressed against his jaw. Which, by the way felt even simply divine, like something soft, that is simply meant to be. That gets him to pay close attention once more. ]

Hmph. You are very audacious.

Though, I'm certain you already know this...given that you embrace such things with no shortage of hesitation.

But, you are also correct. Not many can claim to have achieved victory against me - this is a fact, rather than sheer arrogance. Fortunately, your prize should be obvious, hm?

[ A nuzzle this time against the other man's cheek. ]

PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

week 4, monday

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