[There is a thin edge between relief and concern. Relief, because if he's going to run into anyone in this bizarre game, he's glad that it's her. Concern, because he can feel it already, in some small way: the diamonds suit chipping away at his composure as he inhales the scent of sweetness and florals. It's unlike him, the urge to let go, to give in...and yet, it doesn't really feel out of place. Not here. Not with her.
Nor does the heat prickling in his face, his chest; the quickening of his own heartbeat;]
I think, [he already sounds a bit breathless,] ...maybe I do, actually.
[It's a rush to his senses, how close she is so suddenly, her scent, her warmth, and with that closeness comes a strange feeling of power, alluring where it should be alarming, arousal budding where he should probably be feeling some sort of concern. But when Mitsuru is so close, when she smells so sweet, all he wants to do is put his arms around her. When he does, he finds that that's not really enough; he leans in close, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he inhales her scent.]
You smell... [like everything he's ever wanted, like a treasure to be taken--] amazing.
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Nor does the heat prickling in his face, his chest; the quickening of his own heartbeat;]
I think, [he already sounds a bit breathless,] ...maybe I do, actually.
[It's a rush to his senses, how close she is so suddenly, her scent, her warmth, and with that closeness comes a strange feeling of power, alluring where it should be alarming, arousal budding where he should probably be feeling some sort of concern. But when Mitsuru is so close, when she smells so sweet, all he wants to do is put his arms around her. When he does, he finds that that's not really enough; he leans in close, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he inhales her scent.]
You smell... [like everything he's ever wanted, like a treasure to be taken--] amazing.