[ Door open, a burst of humidity and soap breathes into his face, the pleasant combination all but beckoning him to run headlong inside. What Denji does is close enough: He blankly stares upward, like a dog caught with its snout halfway nosed under the door gap, then boosts himself to his feet, wedging his way past with a double tap at Aki's waist to get him to make room.
Invitation accepted — yeah, he wants to wash up. The less grimy he feels, the less likely he'll have to explain all the nitty-gritty of what they've been up to. ]
Give it a few more days. [ He reaches out to adjust the water's temperature. He kinda likes it when the heat stings at first. ] You'll warm up to her, just like ya did me.
[ Except that took months of cohabiting, at least. And even after this long (or short, depending on how you look at it) knowing each other, they still regularly butt heads. But Denji's optimistic. ]
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Invitation accepted — yeah, he wants to wash up. The less grimy he feels, the less likely he'll have to explain all the nitty-gritty of what they've been up to. ]
Give it a few more days. [ He reaches out to adjust the water's temperature. He kinda likes it when the heat stings at first. ] You'll warm up to her, just like ya did me.
[ Except that took months of cohabiting, at least. And even after this long (or short, depending on how you look at it) knowing each other, they still regularly butt heads. But Denji's optimistic. ]