[There's the faintest dusting of pink on Jongdae's cheeks, he can see it. Is that just his imagination? Souma stops and takes a good long look.
No, that's really there. He feels... what is this odd feeling? He isn't sure he has had it in a very long time. It's always difficult for Souma to identify what emotions he experiences, especially the positive ones, or the layered type. He prods at it in his heart, as he chooses the flattest area for the ground cloth and clears it meticulously of stones and smooths a hollow in. Jongdae will be pleased to know that it is several yards east of that hideous spider.
It is as he is covering the hard ground with soft leaf litter that something occurs to Souma: he is acting like a male crow or pheasant or star-bird, trying to show off to a mate. And Jongdae is his mate. That's the feeling he had, it was satisfaction. Masculine pride at having impressed his intended. A little smile quirks at the left corner of his mouth and he makes a point of carefully spreading the leaves evenly, enjoying this role. Because it is just as he said, he wants to make a shelter for Jongdae. A home. He wants to be that shelter.
He puffs his chest out, shoulders squared. It isn't long before he has the cloth and the tent laid out and he shifts his attention to Jongdae and asks in a low, sultry voice:]
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[There's the faintest dusting of pink on Jongdae's cheeks, he can see it. Is that just his imagination? Souma stops and takes a good long look.
No, that's really there. He feels... what is this odd feeling? He isn't sure he has had it in a very long time. It's always difficult for Souma to identify what emotions he experiences, especially the positive ones, or the layered type. He prods at it in his heart, as he chooses the flattest area for the ground cloth and clears it meticulously of stones and smooths a hollow in. Jongdae will be pleased to know that it is several yards east of that hideous spider.
It is as he is covering the hard ground with soft leaf litter that something occurs to Souma: he is acting like a male crow or pheasant or star-bird, trying to show off to a mate. And Jongdae is his mate. That's the feeling he had, it was satisfaction. Masculine pride at having impressed his intended. A little smile quirks at the left corner of his mouth and he makes a point of carefully spreading the leaves evenly, enjoying this role. Because it is just as he said, he wants to make a shelter for Jongdae. A home. He wants to be that shelter.
He puffs his chest out, shoulders squared. It isn't long before he has the cloth and the tent laid out and he shifts his attention to Jongdae and asks in a low, sultry voice:]
Are you ready, Jongdae?