It's criminal, h-how well you do that... [not yet, he urges himself silently, disentangling both hands from byleth's hair and lifting them to momentarily cover his face.
deep breath in, exhale slowly and measured, then he drags his fingers down to his chin, curls them faintly and presses his knuckles against his mouth. whew. almost lost himself there, but he reels back from the edge for now, reaching with his right hand to stroke byleth's lovely mint-colored strands for encouragement.] Don't stop, okay? I want to make you work for it a little more. [rather than spending himself ridiculously fast like he just about did.]
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deep breath in, exhale slowly and measured, then he drags his fingers down to his chin, curls them faintly and presses his knuckles against his mouth. whew. almost lost himself there, but he reels back from the edge for now, reaching with his right hand to stroke byleth's lovely mint-colored strands for encouragement.] Don't stop, okay? I want to make you work for it a little more. [rather than spending himself ridiculously fast like he just about did.]