[He's waiting. Waiting for a twitch of annoyance, any flash of anger or resentment, anything at all that might tell him he'd wasted his time and failed, again.
It doesn't come. Not when he expects it to, leading to a slow, anxious twitch of finned ray-tail. The grin is almost reassuring. It worked? It worked and-- and he's being hugged!!
Normally Yukio would struggle, or simply break it off when politeness has been reached. He didn't much like physical contact. But it had been months since his only friend could even tolerate his presence without being grumpy about it and the long-standing fear that it was him and not being a vampire was slow to melt. But it worked. It wasn't him. It wasn't him.]
That's .. that's good. I'm glad too.
[Suspiciously quiet, that. But Yukio was good at reserved. Very good. The only sign that it's something more is the way he briefly returns the hug, tight and viselike before he suddenly lets go, pushing his glasses back up his nose. They still fit at least. Sorry, Crow. It's far more of a relief than is easy to tell just by looking at him.]
So this lake thing!
[EVERYTHING IS NORMAL. Ignore the unsteady waver of his voice, please. He had very few friends. Being loathed by one of the very few he had, had cut him far more than he'd ever admit.]
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It doesn't come. Not when he expects it to, leading to a slow, anxious twitch of finned ray-tail. The grin is almost reassuring. It worked? It worked and-- and he's being hugged!!
Normally Yukio would struggle, or simply break it off when politeness has been reached. He didn't much like physical contact. But it had been months since his only friend could even tolerate his presence without being grumpy about it and the long-standing fear that it was him and not being a vampire was slow to melt. But it worked. It wasn't him. It wasn't him.]
That's .. that's good. I'm glad too.
[Suspiciously quiet, that. But Yukio was good at reserved. Very good. The only sign that it's something more is the way he briefly returns the hug, tight and viselike before he suddenly lets go, pushing his glasses back up his nose. They still fit at least. Sorry, Crow. It's far more of a relief than is easy to tell just by looking at him.]
So this lake thing!
[EVERYTHING IS NORMAL. Ignore the unsteady waver of his voice, please. He had very few friends. Being loathed by one of the very few he had, had cut him far more than he'd ever admit.]