Gentaro falls silent. He shifts his gaze away from Hifumi, just slightly. It's not out of discomfort or anything so undesirable. Rather... he's thinking about something.
(He's always thinking about something, but this is entirely different.)
There are a few things he could do. Gentaro could ignore that last bit. He could laugh it off, flash a teasing smile as he shuts down that idea. He could excuse himself for a moment, go to another room, try to calm his inexplicably racing heart. He could firmly tell Hifumi that it's not a good idea, because the "Gentaro Yumeno" Hifumi thinks he knows--but then again, he doesn't, does he?--doesn't exist, not like this.
In the end, Gentaro looks back to Hifumi, that color creeping back into his cheeks, and-- ]
If host you is intent on that, I'd politely request that he treat me gently, as he would be the first to do so.
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Gentaro falls silent. He shifts his gaze away from Hifumi, just slightly. It's not out of discomfort or anything so undesirable. Rather... he's thinking about something.
(He's always thinking about something, but this is entirely different.)
There are a few things he could do. Gentaro could ignore that last bit. He could laugh it off, flash a teasing smile as he shuts down that idea. He could excuse himself for a moment, go to another room, try to calm his inexplicably racing heart. He could firmly tell Hifumi that it's not a good idea, because the "Gentaro Yumeno" Hifumi thinks he knows--but then again, he doesn't, does he?--doesn't exist, not like this.
In the end, Gentaro looks back to Hifumi, that color creeping back into his cheeks, and-- ]
If host you is intent on that, I'd politely request that he treat me gently, as he would be the first to do so.
[ --he chooses none of those things. ]