[Differently from the first time Titus gripped his hand, this time Zen returns the gesture, taking the more delicate hand into his gloved one. Perhaps it's just the embarrassment, but he thinks he can feel some warmth seeping from the other through the fabric of his gloves.
It doesn't feel as pleasant as holding the blond but— (for the thousand first time, damn that food; will the effects never wear off?!)
He attempts to convince himself it'll have to do.]
Somewhere quieter and away from the crowds.
[Preferably somewhere calmer where he can focus solely on his surroundings so he'll eventually forget he's holding that hand into his until the effects fade for good.]
It was not very nice meeting you, especially under these circumstances. Anyway, I'm Zen Kubota.
[The crowds seem to decrease as they begin to move away from the heart of the festival, into a more open space with benches and less popular booths. There, they might find people innocently enjoying some good company, and even a few shamelessly making out in public.]
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It doesn't feel as pleasant as holding the blond but— (for the thousand first time, damn that food; will the effects never wear off?!)
He attempts to convince himself it'll have to do.]
Somewhere quieter and away from the crowds.
[Preferably somewhere calmer where he can focus solely on his surroundings so he'll eventually forget he's holding that hand into his until the effects fade for good.]
It was not very nice meeting you, especially under these circumstances. Anyway, I'm Zen Kubota.
[The crowds seem to decrease as they begin to move away from the heart of the festival, into a more open space with benches and less popular booths. There, they might find people innocently enjoying some good company, and even a few shamelessly making out in public.]