[ As he's turned away he had half expected Siegfried to want to avoid him, given this awkwardness he had forced upon them both. He wouldn't even be very surprised if the man were to suddenly decide to disappear again with no explanation or notice, even if he would regard that with some stinging resignation. The leg nudged up against his is certainly a surprise, and the hold over his wrist even more so. Gradually, it's like his mind cannot catch up to what's going on, his last neurons compelling him to place down the coffee mug in that distracted way so he doesn't spill it everywhere. ]
Siegfried ... [ What is meant by that? There's no one with a stronger resolve, with Siegfried existing as the definition of 'strength' itself. So if he doesn't mean the resolve to hold out in battle, there's only one thing he could mean (and it makes sense given the context), but Percival's brain is taking longer than it should trying to catch up.
He all about short circuits when he feels that brush of soft lips against his knuckle, eyes gone wide, heart racing fast as the colour in his face starts to rival his hair. It's a good thing that coffee cup was set down, because he certainly would have spilled it then. It's a kiss, and one so gentle and soft it's got his heart blooming butterflies. No words can describe what he's seeing, the picture of Siegfried with his hair framing his face, lips pressed to a hand in a perfect gesture of courtship. Handsome in every sense of the word. He does wonder how many others have been treated to this scene given the nature of Erku, but a seed of jealousy festers inside him at the thought and he decides it best not to dwell. ]
I don't want to misunderstand this ... What do you want to do?
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Siegfried ... [ What is meant by that? There's no one with a stronger resolve, with Siegfried existing as the definition of 'strength' itself. So if he doesn't mean the resolve to hold out in battle, there's only one thing he could mean (and it makes sense given the context), but Percival's brain is taking longer than it should trying to catch up.
He all about short circuits when he feels that brush of soft lips against his knuckle, eyes gone wide, heart racing fast as the colour in his face starts to rival his hair. It's a good thing that coffee cup was set down, because he certainly would have spilled it then. It's a kiss, and one so gentle and soft it's got his heart blooming butterflies. No words can describe what he's seeing, the picture of Siegfried with his hair framing his face, lips pressed to a hand in a perfect gesture of courtship. Handsome in every sense of the word. He does wonder how many others have been treated to this scene given the nature of Erku, but a seed of jealousy festers inside him at the thought and he decides it best not to dwell. ]
I don't want to misunderstand this ... What do you want to do?