...But I made a mess all over you, ah... And I let it get on your face. If you ask, I can... lick it up, I...
( he's fumbling, embarrassed actually to the point that he wants to stay where he is to cover his face from how this event has turned out to be. he can't, because he has to listen to what an ultimate says, and he's getting up to his feet so that he can come around the table to meet amami side by side, his fingers covering his mouth as he looks downward, but not having to tilt his head. )
Can I really hold your time...?
( stressful, he thinks, taking a step forward as he can feel the blood drip into his hand. it's warm, but he can't smell anything else aside from it. it's such a shame to get it all over someone as pretty as amami, he hopes that it doesn't smudge his beauty anymore than he already has before — yet, all ultimates are quite the catch. )
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( he's fumbling, embarrassed actually to the point that he wants to stay where he is to cover his face from how this event has turned out to be. he can't, because he has to listen to what an ultimate says, and he's getting up to his feet so that he can come around the table to meet amami side by side, his fingers covering his mouth as he looks downward, but not having to tilt his head. )
Can I really hold your time...?
( stressful, he thinks, taking a step forward as he can feel the blood drip into his hand. it's warm, but he can't smell anything else aside from it. it's such a shame to get it all over someone as pretty as amami, he hopes that it doesn't smudge his beauty anymore than he already has before — yet, all ultimates are quite the catch. )