[ The corners of Hei's lips curl. His eyes are unreadable, even looking straight at her, but neither cold nor distant. Instead they radiate a controlled heat. ] I can imagine your predictable response [ he tells her, toneless despite the expression he pulls -- an uncanny imitation of her usual Oh gross! face. It resettles a moment later into something almost playful, if he were someone other than who he is. ]
[ He draws closer, and there's a beat of silence -- his voice is slower, a little quieter. ]
I was thinking about your mouth just now. [ A noncommittal hum. ] Inconvenient, I know.
⊕ Friday!
[ He draws closer, and there's a beat of silence -- his voice is slower, a little quieter. ]
I was thinking about your mouth just now. [ A noncommittal hum. ] Inconvenient, I know.