[have you ever heard an dialup tone before, Cain? if not you can get a good approximation of it right now, because that's the exactly sound your target's brain is making as it struggles with and eventually gives up on trying to process what's just happened here.
that's. it's. but? he's a guy????? whose name he doesn't even know???]
Um...
[except even this quiet murmur of utter nothingness is enough to press his mouth against the finger currently teasing his lower lip. Styx's eyes go wide, and he can feel his ears burning straight off his skull. oh fuck, oh shit, that is - fuck, he needs to do something right now or he's pretty sure the entire world is going to come down around his head. even if it's nice to feel fingers in his hair, rough as the touch is...
fuck he needs to do something right the hell now
his hands finally find a place to roost on Cain's shoulders, ceasing their inscrutable dance around the other man. he pats him once, twice, as if making sure that this is acceptable despite having his own personal space so thoroughly disregarded. receiving no violent outburst he...finds himself at a loss as to what to do next, but recovers his footing after another moment or two of silence and stillness. inhaling deeply to steel himself, he very gently pushes the other man back, completely forgetting that the guy's still hanging onto him and that this is essentially like trying to remove a burr.
oh fucking hell he's so stupid, and he's still trying. fuck.]
That's not really the problem - are you, uh, alright, man?
don't feel bad this is the essence of Styx's life, in spirit if not situation
that's. it's. but? he's a guy????? whose name he doesn't even know???]
Um...
[except even this quiet murmur of utter nothingness is enough to press his mouth against the finger currently teasing his lower lip. Styx's eyes go wide, and he can feel his ears burning straight off his skull. oh fuck, oh shit, that is - fuck, he needs to do something right now or he's pretty sure the entire world is going to come down around his head. even if it's nice to feel fingers in his hair, rough as the touch is...
fuck he needs to do something right the hell now
his hands finally find a place to roost on Cain's shoulders, ceasing their inscrutable dance around the other man. he pats him once, twice, as if making sure that this is acceptable despite having his own personal space so thoroughly disregarded. receiving no violent outburst he...finds himself at a loss as to what to do next, but recovers his footing after another moment or two of silence and stillness. inhaling deeply to steel himself, he very gently pushes the other man back, completely forgetting that the guy's still hanging onto him and that this is essentially like trying to remove a burr.
oh fucking hell he's so stupid, and he's still trying. fuck.]
That's not really the problem - are you, uh, alright, man?