[ there's something so easy about the way olivine gives and receives affection, as though it's as natural to him as breathing. tseng finds it astonishing, wonderful, that he feels so at ease leaning over to kiss olivine or having olivine reach out to touch his hand—as though something about olivine's comfort gives tseng permission to be comfortable as well.
he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]
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he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]