His hair was still a little damp, dripping at the very ends, and they were both working the towels against his skin--his wings--in a way that he had only ever felt with Yukimura. To have both of them do so actually made him blush a little, as if it wasn't just a little ego boosting to hear Mamechiho address him with 'sama', to take to caring for him so quickly not only because he paid her, but because she, maybe, even liked him. No one had ever done so. Ever. It was always the other way around.
"Thank you," he said, looking at Yukimura and then over his shoulder to Mamechiho. "Did you like your gifts?" he asked, voice a little husky.
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:16 am (UTC)His hair was still a little damp, dripping at the very ends, and they were both working the towels against his skin--his wings--in a way that he had only ever felt with Yukimura. To have both of them do so actually made him blush a little, as if it wasn't just a little ego boosting to hear Mamechiho address him with 'sama', to take to caring for him so quickly not only because he paid her, but because she, maybe, even liked him. No one had ever done so. Ever. It was always the other way around.
"Thank you," he said, looking at Yukimura and then over his shoulder to Mamechiho. "Did you like your gifts?" he asked, voice a little husky.