[the angle of Hasebe's body -- bodies? -- at his side, in his hands... the angle is awkward, not the best for demonstrating, and he tries to pay attention, torn between watching his hands and glancing at his face]
Move back a little.
[on the bed, he means, and he stands up to let the swordsman shift, and then plants his seat between his legs, leaning back to press his back into Hasebe's chest so that, when arms wrap around him to guide him, they are natural and aligned]
[he unknowingly surrounds himself by this man, this being, this sword, completely]
[his thumb pushes up the bloodguard like he was shown with a soft click and his heart in his head, one set of fingers wrapped around the hilt and the other on the scabbard as he slowly pulls the two apart, the sound of sliding metal on metal, and a reflection of amber eyes in the shiny, shiny surface]
[the more it spreads, Hasebe's come into view at his side, and he swallows hard, arms trembling]
Um... yer beautiful.
[it just slips out, and when he realizes it, flushes deep]
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Move back a little.
[on the bed, he means, and he stands up to let the swordsman shift, and then plants his seat between his legs, leaning back to press his back into Hasebe's chest so that, when arms wrap around him to guide him, they are natural and aligned]
[he unknowingly surrounds himself by this man, this being, this sword, completely]
[his thumb pushes up the bloodguard like he was shown with a soft click and his heart in his head, one set of fingers wrapped around the hilt and the other on the scabbard as he slowly pulls the two apart, the sound of sliding metal on metal, and a reflection of amber eyes in the shiny, shiny surface]
[the more it spreads, Hasebe's come into view at his side, and he swallows hard, arms trembling]
Um... yer beautiful.
[it just slips out, and when he realizes it, flushes deep]