[ With his consent, the TV powers back up, though Denji isn't really taking in any of what's going on anymore, too pinned on something else. How Aki relaxes. It's weird that he can make anyone feel that way, relief, that he has that kind of authority to. That what Denji says or does matters enough to someone that they wonder what's on his mind. His plate still has a few apple slices left, but ignores them in favor of leaning slightly in Aki's direction, a hand covering the side of his mouth as if he's sharing a secret with him. Dumb of him. There isn't anyone else here. ]
…Really? So I can tell you stuff? Whatever I'm thinking?
[ His cheeks are dusted pink with embarrassment, not that it's going to make him shut up, or have the decency to wait for a reaction, or give Aki the chance to change his mind and take back the privilege, in case he doesn't like the strange sheen in Denji's eyes. ]
I really liked it when you were telling me about losin' your virginity. And, like, when you kept making those weird faces when you were feeling good… Uh, lessee, what else — oh, and I liked when you kissed me!
[ Despite the topic, there's an innocence to Denji's excitement. As if he's never had an opportunity to freely share his thoughts without the risk of punishment hanging over his head. ]
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…Really? So I can tell you stuff? Whatever I'm thinking?
[ His cheeks are dusted pink with embarrassment, not that it's going to make him shut up, or have the decency to wait for a reaction, or give Aki the chance to change his mind and take back the privilege, in case he doesn't like the strange sheen in Denji's eyes. ]
I really liked it when you were telling me about losin' your virginity. And, like, when you kept making those weird faces when you were feeling good… Uh, lessee, what else — oh, and I liked when you kissed me!
[ Despite the topic, there's an innocence to Denji's excitement. As if he's never had an opportunity to freely share his thoughts without the risk of punishment hanging over his head. ]