yeah, he'll pull away. not so much out of surprise or being offput, but definitely wearing a look that reads as confused as he draws away. he blinks as he looks to komaeda, registering a brilliant red colour absently as he reaches up to touch his own lips, and... hm. hm! that's certainly not what he'd expected, but—
oh, wait, shit, komaeda's nose is bleeding.
the puzzlement shifts into something more like alarm, and pulling one sleeve across his own mouth to wipe it off, amami reaches out to cup his other hand under komaeda's chin, juuust in time to catch a drop of that blood before it drops to send them to the void. because, you know, unfortunately he has the mental presence to actually realize there's some potential consequences to this. with a look falling somewhere between embarrassed and apologetic, amami smiles to komaeda, still holding his hand out to catch any blood that may drip down. )
Haha, sorry — we should get some tissues or something, huh?
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yeah, he'll pull away. not so much out of surprise or being offput, but definitely wearing a look that reads as confused as he draws away. he blinks as he looks to komaeda, registering a brilliant red colour absently as he reaches up to touch his own lips, and... hm. hm! that's certainly not what he'd expected, but—
oh, wait, shit, komaeda's nose is bleeding.
the puzzlement shifts into something more like alarm, and pulling one sleeve across his own mouth to wipe it off, amami reaches out to cup his other hand under komaeda's chin, juuust in time to catch a drop of that blood before it drops to send them to the void. because, you know, unfortunately he has the mental presence to actually realize there's some potential consequences to this. with a look falling somewhere between embarrassed and apologetic, amami smiles to komaeda, still holding his hand out to catch any blood that may drip down. )
Haha, sorry — we should get some tissues or something, huh?