[ Numbly spinning the scarf around his neck, nearly entrapping himself in the entire length thing, leaving only a sliver left to hang over his shoulders, he bobs the puffballs resting in his palm. He hasn't blinked once since receiving it from Komine.
Honestly, it itches; it's not dense enough to truly warm his neck; it's got a too-strawberry scent stitched into its folds that overwhelms his senses upon inhale. It's also not something Denji questions. He drops his face into the scarf, scratching his blushing cheeks all over with the fabric. ]
Oh my god. It's real.
[ Crap, what type of expression should he make? Then again, he kind of already expressed himself plenty just now — but, well, Komine isn't even looking at him, so it's fine. Maybe.
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Honestly, it itches; it's not dense enough to truly warm his neck; it's got a too-strawberry scent stitched into its folds that overwhelms his senses upon inhale. It's also not something Denji questions. He drops his face into the scarf, scratching his blushing cheeks all over with the fabric. ]
Oh my god. It's real.
[ Crap, what type of expression should he make? Then again, he kind of already expressed himself plenty just now — but, well, Komine isn't even looking at him, so it's fine. Maybe.
…Wait, what did he say just now? ]