[Heat brought hallucinations are a real threat to look out for. Unfortunate souls have fallen from the very thing waking through the desert and believing in their clouded minds an oasis stands a mere stones throw away. That's exactly the type of far stretched worry Usui uses to justify his habits of poking his head in where it doesn't belong.
Course he really is worried the heat will harm her in conjunction with over extending herself. The transition from class president to maid cafe employee doesn't offer break deserving of a hard worker. Much as she's liable to disagree and push herself further from spite by mentioning it, Misaki isn't super human or demonic anymore than he is an alien.
She's a girl, specifically his girlfriend he frets and worries over in a typical Takumi way. That is by annoying her to drag her away from the source of his fretting. Shame he can't do much for the heat; well, nothing she'd allow him without poking and prodding.]
I think I'm cooling you off.
[The Cheshire grin fixated upon his face does more to answer than his few words. He's very catlike really. The needy feline who wants company when it wants company, play when it wants play, and toying with prey until it gets bored. Boredom is never an issue about Misaki as a puff of cold breath proves.
He doesn't get bored with her. She's fun, to say one aspect of many he adores, and fun is what he wants right now.]
You're zoning out. I can tell. Cool off some and avoid staring blankly into red tape a while.
[His tone sounds convincing to him to get her to cut back. It's not enough, words aren't very bargaining to a woman about action, so his hands loop around her waist and tug to him in a practiced motion. Cold breath come again washing over her hand where her ear is enclosed.
Stillness gets interrupted by laughter from outside about the hallway and the cracking of ice by his teeth. This is a very dangerous situation should someone open the door, but he's almost certain it's locked. Looking in isn't prevented from curious eyes and the yelp draws interest from more than him; usually.
This could be fun and dangerous, he thinks while drumming his fingers about her lower stomach.]
I'll even offer a distraction. [He nearly sings wishing he were standing in front of her to capture her reaction.]
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Course he really is worried the heat will harm her in conjunction with over extending herself. The transition from class president to maid cafe employee doesn't offer break deserving of a hard worker. Much as she's liable to disagree and push herself further from spite by mentioning it, Misaki isn't super human or demonic anymore than he is an alien.
She's a girl, specifically his girlfriend he frets and worries over in a typical Takumi way. That is by annoying her to drag her away from the source of his fretting. Shame he can't do much for the heat; well, nothing she'd allow him without poking and prodding.]
I think I'm cooling you off.
[The Cheshire grin fixated upon his face does more to answer than his few words. He's very catlike really. The needy feline who wants company when it wants company, play when it wants play, and toying with prey until it gets bored. Boredom is never an issue about Misaki as a puff of cold breath proves.
He doesn't get bored with her. She's fun, to say one aspect of many he adores, and fun is what he wants right now.]
You're zoning out. I can tell. Cool off some and avoid staring blankly into red tape a while.
[His tone sounds convincing to him to get her to cut back. It's not enough, words aren't very bargaining to a woman about action, so his hands loop around her waist and tug to him in a practiced motion. Cold breath come again washing over her hand where her ear is enclosed.
Stillness gets interrupted by laughter from outside about the hallway and the cracking of ice by his teeth. This is a very dangerous situation should someone open the door, but he's almost certain it's locked. Looking in isn't prevented from curious eyes and the yelp draws interest from more than him; usually.
This could be fun and dangerous, he thinks while drumming his fingers about her lower stomach.]
I'll even offer a distraction. [He nearly sings wishing he were standing in front of her to capture her reaction.]