Denji's expression cools. Well, it's as cool as someone so used to thinking with that furnace he has for a head can manage under the weight of Angel's stare. Which is weird, annoying, unnerving, discerning — but most of all, it's confusingly provocative.
And he can feel it on him as he moves to pick up the articles of clothing he'd discarded. ]
No.
[ One answer for both his questions. It comes out quiet, as if Angel had scorned him instead of indulged him. Denji wanted to keep his clothes for himself. He wanted Aki not to have to share his. He wanted to embarrass Angel a bit, like a schoolyard bully trying to show the new kid where he stands on the food chain. Why the hell would he want to see the way Angel's hair pulled free from that wrinkled shirt collar, usually so unkempt, yet for a second bunched up elegantly in his dumb baby hands, revealing the slim slide of his nape?
He doesn't really want to leave the two of them alone for long, so instead of tossing the clothes back inside his room, Denji balls the them up. Stuffs them between the toaster and the rice cooker. Then, he moves to dismantle the tower he'd painstakingly put together, aiming to withdraw one of the beers he'd arranged at the foundation, nearly punching Aki with the way he shoves it at him whenever he returns. ]
Hey, I picked these out! Have one!
[ He put a lot of thought into choosing his favorites. ]
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Denji's expression cools. Well, it's as cool as someone so used to thinking with that furnace he has for a head can manage under the weight of Angel's stare. Which is weird, annoying, unnerving, discerning — but most of all, it's confusingly provocative.
And he can feel it on him as he moves to pick up the articles of clothing he'd discarded. ]
No.
[ One answer for both his questions. It comes out quiet, as if Angel had scorned him instead of indulged him. Denji wanted to keep his clothes for himself. He wanted Aki not to have to share his. He wanted to embarrass Angel a bit, like a schoolyard bully trying to show the new kid where he stands on the food chain. Why the hell would he want to see the way Angel's hair pulled free from that wrinkled shirt collar, usually so unkempt, yet for a second bunched up elegantly in his dumb baby hands, revealing the slim slide of his nape?
He doesn't really want to leave the two of them alone for long, so instead of tossing the clothes back inside his room, Denji balls the them up. Stuffs them between the toaster and the rice cooker. Then, he moves to dismantle the tower he'd painstakingly put together, aiming to withdraw one of the beers he'd arranged at the foundation, nearly punching Aki with the way he shoves it at him whenever he returns. ]
Hey, I picked these out! Have one!
[ He put a lot of thought into choosing his favorites. ]