"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[Naoki's expression warms visibly, and he nods in turn, heading inside. In to the living room, which is still mostly dark until he flicks on one of the lamps and gestures to the couch.]
Then, I'll be right back, just wait here. [He'll go make-- well, hot chocolate, actually. And he'll flit off to his room too while the kettle's boiling. You're just in a tank top and shorts, Yang (don't think he's forgot), so he fetches a sweater, and he'll move to come and drop it about her shoulders on his way back to the kitchen...]
[ Is she supposed to stay standing? She's still moderately sleepy (although most of that had been banished when she'd yelled at him), but getting a sweater dropped on her demands her focus. So Yang will just be wriggling her way into the sweater, pulling her hair free and settling herself on the couch or what other piece of cushy furniture there happens to be. ]
[Good, settle on into his couch-- Naoki returns soon enough, trying not to smile at her in his sweater, holding one of the mugs that he's carrying handle-out to her.] Little warmer?
[He's gonna settle in next to her anyway. He's about as warm a heater as you could ask for.]
[He hides a slight blush in a sip from his mug, turning his head juuust slightly to another side. He didn't think she remembered that--no, well, he didn't even remember it then, but he definitely didn't think she was about to take him up on it seriously...]
I never said that. I don't wanna go back on it now. [Which means he wants to... secretly.
Being close sounds nice right now, after all of that. Even if he feels self-conscious and very...aware at the thought, he tries to force those feelings away. It'll be fine so long as he doesn't think too much about it.]
[Grinning in turn. But no, don't leave the next move up to him! He's watching her out of the corner of his eye. But, once her mug is down, he aims a sideways smile her way. And then he holds open an arm in offering. C'mere.]
[ ... Okay, Yang. Just remember, for this moment in time, he is only your friend and that is the only thought you should hold in your mind.
Platonic cuddling is totally doable, she's done that more than once in her lifetime, and so she scoots over just a bit and tucks herself under his arm, lifting her legs onto the couch. ]
[Naoki can feel a small lump in his throat as she tucks herself closer, under his arm, and curls it around her, hoping his smile looks the same as usual. His palm rests on her back as he turns slightly toward her, bringing them closer together.
This is totally fine. It feels pleasant and comfortable, and his heart's not beating really hard, it's just hugging Yang.]
Well, I don't need to sleep that much. And... [His hand smooths an absent circle over her back.] I haven't been able to completely shake how vulnerable it is, even if it's different here.
You didn't sleep a whole lot in that other world, then? Even demons still need to sleep, right?
[ She's doing her best not to look like she's flustered (she's not, it's hardly anything) in this position, and also not like she's tired (she is, but she wants to stay like this for a bit and let him talk). ]
I'd get a chance to rest, occasionally... There were these fountains through the Vortex World I could heal or relax at. But aside from little naps when I thought a place was safer, I didn't sleep long. It was just too dangerous.
[Naoki can distract himself when he talks to her, can ignore how his heart still pounds. And he can ignore her scent, definitely, surely (he can't).]
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Then, I'll be right back, just wait here. [He'll go make-- well, hot chocolate, actually. And he'll flit off to his room too while the kettle's boiling. You're just in a tank top and shorts, Yang (don't think he's forgot), so he fetches a sweater, and he'll move to come and drop it about her shoulders on his way back to the kitchen...]
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[He's gonna settle in next to her anyway. He's about as warm a heater as you could ask for.]
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[ But she still accepts the mug, curling her hands around it and raising it to her lips for a long sip. ]
... But I might call in that favor.
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Favour?
[...Nope, in this moment, he's completely forgotten about that one.]
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[ Honestly, the closeness might do him some good, too. ]
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[He hides a slight blush in a sip from his mug, turning his head juuust slightly to another side. He didn't think she remembered that--no, well, he didn't even remember it then, but he definitely didn't think she was about to take him up on it seriously...]
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Want me to pretend I forgot?
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I never said that. I don't wanna go back on it now. [Which means he wants to... secretly.
Being close sounds nice right now, after all of that. Even if he feels self-conscious and very...aware at the thought, he tries to force those feelings away. It'll be fine so long as he doesn't think too much about it.]
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[Naoki laughs into his mug, drinking from it again.]
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[But, he doesn't take long to finish off the cocoa. Leaning forward, Naoki sets his empty mug on the table.]
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Your move, demon lord. ]
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[Grinning in turn. But no, don't leave the next move up to him! He's watching her out of the corner of his eye. But, once her mug is down, he aims a sideways smile her way. And then he holds open an arm in offering. C'mere.]
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Platonic cuddling is totally doable, she's done that more than once in her lifetime, and so she scoots over just a bit and tucks herself under his arm, lifting her legs onto the couch. ]
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This is totally fine. It feels pleasant and comfortable, and his heart's not beating really hard, it's just hugging Yang.]
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Okay, right, natural reactions. ]
Didn't expect to spend the night holding a pretty girl, huh?
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Naoki laughs and hopes desperately she can't feel how hard his heart is beating when she rests her hand against his chest.]
Can't say I was. It's not usually on my agenda.
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But the next question on her mind distracts her, as she glances up. ]
Do you think you'll be able to sleep again? You probably need it, Naoki.
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Naoki glances down to meet her eyes with a blink, a thoughtful frown.]
I... think I will. [Now, after he's gotten a chance to calm down, to talk things out with her.] I'll try, anyway.
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Well, I don't need to sleep that much. And... [His hand smooths an absent circle over her back.] I haven't been able to completely shake how vulnerable it is, even if it's different here.
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[ She's doing her best not to look like she's flustered (she's not, it's hardly anything) in this position, and also not like she's tired (she is, but she wants to stay like this for a bit and let him talk). ]
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I'd get a chance to rest, occasionally... There were these fountains through the Vortex World I could heal or relax at. But aside from little naps when I thought a place was safer, I didn't sleep long. It was just too dangerous.
[Naoki can distract himself when he talks to her, can ignore how his heart still pounds. And he can ignore her scent, definitely, surely (he can't).]
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