why not? and why won't you look at me now?
leans over even more to try and find the other's line of sight again without touching wanning directly, a small pout returning on his lips as he converses with the other, refusing to let up.
and it is!! you're kind of adorable in your own way. especially when you get all red like a tomato on me.
he freezes, unsure of what to say or do as he in a sharp breath and pulls away. looking away to the side before he shakes his head.
no. i... no. no need, itto. i am fine.
he mutters quietly, his resolve firm before he hears itto's mention of his distest to be cute- or charming. causing for the cultivator to wrinkle his nose.
is it? i doubt it.
with a small sigh of relief that it wasn't anything too serious, itto scoots a little bit closer and leans over into wanning's space to whisper just to him.
well, if it means anything, i would love a chance to touch you again. with your permission of course. i think you're more than deserving.
as he leans away, his smile dims just a smidgen, calming as he relaxes next to the other and speaks at normal volume again.
that's very cute, or rather charming of you, though, wanning.
itto was laughing, he was laughing and wanning wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry in embarrassment of the revelation he had given to itto.
i'm serious...
he speaks quieter, looking off to the side with a shaky breath. you are a friend. you're only being kind, itto.
itto pauses for a moment, listening intently as he expects the other's voice to be lowered and trying his best to stifle the oncoming laugh but it bubbles out and he shakes his head at wanning's words when they come out.
wanning... you're not serious are you?
nipping into his lower lip, he looks over the smaller, unable to understand what he means.
that's crazy... i can think of several reasons why you should.
mmh.
he wavers, fiddling with the hem of his billowing white sleeve as he looks down at his sleeve. silent. unable to to truly formulate what he's feeling into words before he speaks at last. his voice quiet. mumbling under his breath.
i... don't think-- i... deserve to be touched.
i might not need to know, but i want to know.
he says, visibly brightening now that wanning has chosen to sit next to him and resisting the urge to scoot closer. his arm rests behind the other once again casually, itto trying to be mindful not to touch wanning with it as he gets comfy on the couch they sit on.
tell me. no reason is a dumb reason and i'm all ears. it would help remind me not to touch you too.
a tender simper soon paints over his visage as she removes the pillow from her face.
mhm, I'm more than happy to. besides, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it.
i-
he stares at itto again, shocked as he huffs and covers his cheeks for a moment. red twinging the edges of his eyes and ears before he moved to finally sit down beside itto.
i... it's a dumb reason. you don't need to know.
he whispers softly before shaking his head. no. it doesn't.
that's interesting. especially because all i wanna do is touch you.
he says, not paying attention to his wording about it and patting the space next to him for wanning to sit next to him.
why do you not like to be touched anyhow? does it have to do with this disciple i remind you of?
he shifts around a bit, fingers gripping at his sleeve as he looks at the ground where his feet were.
mmh. i'm not sure about fun... but i... am not used to this? especially to a touchy.. friend or anything of a similar aspect...
but you reminded me of my disciple, and so i can't fault you otherwise.
huffs an immediate sigh of relief and flops right back down into his seat again, sprawling out.
good because i don't know if i could handle it if you were mad.
shifts a little to show the other a small smile.
i just wanna be your friend, y'know? it's been really hard, and still will be, but you seem like a fun person.
lifting a white sleeve up to his face, he draws in a soft breath and nods. unable to say more as he narrows his gaze to the side as he bites the inside of his cheek.
mmh. i mean it.
gradually, his focus lifts up to look at the other again, something akin to hope flickering in his irises as they do. and he's tempted to take a step forward toward wanning, take him by his delicate hands as he does, but he stays in his place, too afraid to upset the other again and make him run away once more.
really? you mean it?
at the sight of itto's frown deepening further, wanning steps back. golden gaze shifting to the side now as he attempts to look away from the *very* similar look itto seemed to share with mo ran when he was sad or upset. in a breath, he tucks his hands into his sleeves. stepping off to the side as his rose colored face looked off to the side. but alas... it seemed puppy-like individuals were a soft spot to the cultivator.
i... i guess i will let you off easy. just... don't do that again.
he tilts his head slightly to the side, trying to catch a proper glimpse at her.
ah. I see. why not embrace such thoughts and share them? no wrong in that.