[ Angel's insistence and, to put it bluntly, his interest in him chisels out a grimace from Denji as he throws his arm back to avoid contact with him, the force of the movement nearly taking him off the pedestrian walkway. He catches himself, though, back knees hitting the raised guardrails.
Ugh, normally he's so much cooler than this… He's just never seen him like so determined before; he always thought Angel the sort to give up at the slightest inconvenience, which is why he hoped some harmless roughhousing would compel the winged devil to keep his distance. An obstacle he'd find not worth exerting the effort to vault over. But with the tables suddenly turned and seeing him advance, reach for him, like a moth that can't catch a hint — he has to question his own reticence.
Up to this point, he's been fine with pressing him down, nicking food from his hair, brushing his wings, grabbing him. Why is that? And why is he the one backing off now? ]
Geez! [ His arms fold across his chest, shoulders hunched and half-turned away. ] I told you already. Feels like nothing. When you were clinging to my hand like a baby, it was more like… I'unno. When someone blows out a candle.
[ Or feeling a hand down the underside of a pillow. Not cold, but cool. He'd even venture to describe it as refreshing. ]
Ya can't take my life span 'cause it's not yours to take. Make sense?
[ But it’s not Denji’s, either, no. His life's already promised to another purpose. It's not something he can freely give away anymore. He already made that trade, though some people would surely think of it as more a forfeiture. ]
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[ Angel's insistence and, to put it bluntly, his interest in him chisels out a grimace from Denji as he throws his arm back to avoid contact with him, the force of the movement nearly taking him off the pedestrian walkway. He catches himself, though, back knees hitting the raised guardrails.
Ugh, normally he's so much cooler than this… He's just never seen him like so determined before; he always thought Angel the sort to give up at the slightest inconvenience, which is why he hoped some harmless roughhousing would compel the winged devil to keep his distance. An obstacle he'd find not worth exerting the effort to vault over. But with the tables suddenly turned and seeing him advance, reach for him, like a moth that can't catch a hint — he has to question his own reticence.
Up to this point, he's been fine with pressing him down, nicking food from his hair, brushing his wings, grabbing him. Why is that? And why is he the one backing off now? ]
Geez! [ His arms fold across his chest, shoulders hunched and half-turned away. ] I told you already. Feels like nothing. When you were clinging to my hand like a baby, it was more like… I'unno. When someone blows out a candle.
[ Or feeling a hand down the underside of a pillow. Not cold, but cool. He'd even venture to describe it as refreshing. ]
Ya can't take my life span 'cause it's not yours to take. Make sense?
[ But it’s not Denji’s, either, no. His life's already promised to another purpose. It's not something he can freely give away anymore. He already made that trade, though some people would surely think of it as more a forfeiture. ]