(They come to a sudden stop and he does bump into him. He doesn't quite understand why because even if they're almost out of the garden, they're still in it. He can still hear all of the plants whispering around them. Before he can try to figure out or even ask why, he finds himself handled in a way he's entirely unused to (at least, in this form).
He tenses from surprise and where most might instinctively pull away, he holds his ground proudly (stubbornly). Where he falters is in the eyes. At first, he meets his gaze, staring right back with bright gold eyes.
"He loves surprises..."
He's surprised. He's confused. He's excited.
"...because..."
(He's close.) ((Too close.)) ((He doesn't let people get close to him easily.))
"...it's better than..."
(((He hates it when people look at him for too long.))) (((He hates it when he doesn't know what they want.)))
"...being sad."
They say the eyes are a window for the soul. He won't let just anyone see into his and he looks away. He just wishes these flowers would shut up so he could really block everything out.
It all happens quickly and the next thing he knows, Midnight smiles and moves in closer. He raises a hand to his forehead to feel the spot where Midnight had just been and in that moment, he realizes what he's let happen. It's hard not to notice the way his face brightens and grows warm. No one! Does this! To him! He's the only one allowed to be a menace here?!
He's stunned. Totally surprised. It takes him a second to remember to move his feet again.)
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He tenses from surprise and where most might instinctively pull away, he holds his ground proudly (stubbornly). Where he falters is in the eyes. At first, he meets his gaze, staring right back with bright gold eyes.
"He loves surprises..."
He's surprised.
He's confused.
He's excited.
"...because..."
(He's close.)
((Too close.))
((He doesn't let people get close to him easily.))
"...it's better than..."
(((He hates it when people look at him for too long.)))
(((He hates it when he doesn't know what they want.)))
"...being sad."
They say the eyes are a window for the soul. He won't let just anyone see into his and he looks away. He just wishes these flowers would shut up so he could really block everything out.
It all happens quickly and the next thing he knows, Midnight smiles and moves in closer. He raises a hand to his forehead to feel the spot where Midnight had just been and in that moment, he realizes what he's let happen. It's hard not to notice the way his face brightens and grows warm. No one! Does this! To him! He's the only one allowed to be a menace here?!
He's stunned. Totally surprised. It takes him a second to remember to move his feet again.)
(Let him regain his composure.)
I'll make you pay for that.
(It's a threat. It's a promise.)