( She affirms, and why should she be shy about it? )
And I know you think you don't deserve it, but ... I do. ( Again, she smiles - warm and kind. ) The Goro I met who played twenty questions with me ... the one who told me of his love of cycling, rock climbing and coffee ... the one who makes a great cup of coffee, in mention of that. Who said he would help me out here, who carries so much knowledge I could only dream of knowing, who caught me about France and the other wonders of his world, who is trying to wiggle out of his comfort zone just so we can do this "share a bed" square together.
That's the Goro I have come to admire. No matter how much he thinks he doesn't deserve to have someone care for him, I do.
[He lets her prattle on, his posture slowly pulling inward further the longer she talks, in subtle measures. Being seen is the most terrifying thing he's ever experienced-- it was the same with Akira, with Sumire. With all of the Thieves, to some extent. Amber is no different, except she has no concept for who he is or who he was, only short glimpses of him given by a game of 20 questions and his poor reactions to her multiple attempts to be kind.]
[He tsks softly.] I'm right here, you know, you needn't speak of me in third person. [But there's a slight grin on his face, and he turns to look at her sidelong with it.]
( The silence carries off into ... awkwardness? Which isn't normal with her around. Amber is usually the type of woman to fill any empty space with enthusiasm or commentary. Yet in this instance, she feels a rise of butterflies within the pit of her stomach mute her from continuing her sentence.
She gazes up at him from where their shoulders meet, silently watching him just ... uh ... hm. )
[And Akechi is blisteringly oblivious. He's made something of a huge step in the right direction in leaning back against her, nearly mimicking her previous gesture. He doesn't think he could survive putting his head on her shoulder, nevermind that it wouldn't be comfortable from this angle, but-- well. She doesn't seem to mind the simple contact, and for him it was most certainly best to start small.]
[He focuses on his kneecaps again, folding his arms tighter across his chest-- the gesture makes him look cold, but he isn't. He's just squirmy.]
Against any better judgement she may have, Amber mururs his name to catch his attention. Once she grabs it, the woman reaches out to gently cup his face, and ...
[Akechi is some kind of oblivious dunderfuck, because he sure has no idea what's about to happen. He hums in question when she murmurs his name, angling himself to look at her, and... Well.]
[You see, he's gay.]
[But this is a transactional affair, so it's fine.]
[He goes very still, going as far as to stop breathing for a few seconds while he figures out how the fuck he's meant to respond. This was only meant to fill a sharing a bed square, but now she was kissing him. Was this indicative of him misreading her? Was she interested after all?]
[He's gay, though. Isn't he??]
[His lungs burn after a while so he remembers to breathe, sucking in a sharp breath on a delay and leaning back from her, startled.] I--
( Well................ that happened. And that was a reaction and a half. It was a bold move by Amber - but it is not one she's taken lightly. When she retracts her arms, he may notice that her hands are shaking. )
... Sorry, I ... (She what? How does she finish this sentence? "I just sort of like you" doesn't feel appropriate to say - but then again, she just kissed him. Is any of this appropriate? )
Y-You can just, uh ... forget I did that if you want.
( God, Amber!! This isn't like her at all, but - here she is. Dealing with her puppy crush as elegantly as a brick through a window. )
[Listen, it's fine. Prior to landing here and Kaeya's obvious rebound advances, he hasn't been kissed in... Some Time, so it's sort of a shock to his system as a whole, and for it to be Amber, now, he's thrown. Smearing his hand upward along the side of his face and into his hair, he drops backward against the wall again and huffs a sigh.]
[After a moment, he mumbles with his chin against his collar bone.] I wasn't kidding when I told you before I was willing to experiment however you saw fit, you realize. I'm wretched about compartmentalizing it all, but if that suits you, I'm as willing of a practice partner as you need of me. [His tone is... strangely distant? He's still red as a tomato, and seems to be... struggling, a bit, with his proclaimed compartmentalization, but It's Fine.]
( I love Amber Genshin Impact very much. But by god. She is dumb as a rock. None of what he said made any sense to her, really!! She can only tilt her head, with a bright blush lingering on her own cheeks too. )
Compartmentalising...? ( She might need a "For Dummies" rendition of what you just said, Akechi. Sorry that she's like this. )
[Bless her, honestly. He looks over, frowns, and his own blush fades as he realizes she completely did not understand his absolutely pretentious vocabulary.]
[His mouth does a funny little wobble and he clamps it shut, but then he grins, snorts, and barks an abrupt collection of ugly sounds, dissolving into brassy laughter.] Amber, my God, what sort of education do they give you in Mondstadt?
[He's still laughing, don't mind him. He's... actually not laughed this much in a while, and a little of it is definitely nerves. His stomach hurts, thanks. He curls his arms over it, folding forward.]
Th-that's, [Laughter.] Compartmentalizing is a relatively literal term. It effectively means I am putting things in little folders in my head rather than addressing them head-on, as you do.
[Help him, she's going to kill him with laughter. He wheezes, doubling over against his knees and hugging them to himself.]
Amber-- oh my God, you have to stop, my stomach hurts. [He hasn't laughed this hard in so long. He raises a hand and waves it at her gently.] I'm not-- I'm not laughing at you, I promise.
No, actually, I don't know, you kissed me without preamble so I'm not sure if there's an issue with my penchant for compartmentalization. [Again with the big words.]
[He covers his face with both his hands, wheezing again.]
Preamble-- "a preliminary or preparatory statement; an introduction". In law, "the introductory part of a statute or deed, stating its purpose, aims, and justification". You didn't warn me or give me any kind of indication kissing was something about to occur, so I have no idea how you meant it be received. Compartmentalization literally means "the division of something into sections or categories". [He does not say that it's a trauma response, because he does not want to open that can of worms, no ma'am.]
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( She affirms, and why should she be shy about it? )
And I know you think you don't deserve it, but ... I do. ( Again, she smiles - warm and kind. ) The Goro I met who played twenty questions with me ... the one who told me of his love of cycling, rock climbing and coffee ... the one who makes a great cup of coffee, in mention of that. Who said he would help me out here, who carries so much knowledge I could only dream of knowing, who caught me about France and the other wonders of his world, who is trying to wiggle out of his comfort zone just so we can do this "share a bed" square together.
That's the Goro I have come to admire. No matter how much he thinks he doesn't deserve to have someone care for him, I do.
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[He tsks softly.] I'm right here, you know, you needn't speak of me in third person. [But there's a slight grin on his face, and he turns to look at her sidelong with it.]
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So, I'm not perfect ... ( She finishes the rest of her coffee and places her mug off to the side. )
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Mmn, perfection is boring, anyway.
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( The silence carries off into ... awkwardness? Which isn't normal with her around. Amber is usually the type of woman to fill any empty space with enthusiasm or commentary. Yet in this instance, she feels a rise of butterflies within the pit of her stomach mute her from continuing her sentence.
She gazes up at him from where their shoulders meet, silently watching him just ... uh ... hm. )
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[He focuses on his kneecaps again, folding his arms tighter across his chest-- the gesture makes him look cold, but he isn't. He's just squirmy.]
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Against any better judgement she may have, Amber mururs his name to catch his attention. Once she grabs it, the woman reaches out to gently cup his face, and ...
kisses him softly. )
1/..., idk i'll let you know
[You see, he's gay.]
[But this is a transactional affair, so it's fine.]
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[He's gay, though. Isn't he??]
[His lungs burn after a while so he remembers to breathe, sucking in a sharp breath on a delay and leaning back from her, startled.] I--
okay i'm done.
You might have warned me. [Is he sulking? This absolute tsundere.]
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... Sorry, I ... ( She what? How does she finish this sentence? "I just sort of like you" doesn't feel appropriate to say - but then again, she just kissed him. Is any of this appropriate? )
Y-You can just, uh ... forget I did that if you want.
( God, Amber!! This isn't like her at all, but - here she is. Dealing with her puppy crush as elegantly as a brick through a window. )
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[After a moment, he mumbles with his chin against his collar bone.] I wasn't kidding when I told you before I was willing to experiment however you saw fit, you realize. I'm wretched about compartmentalizing it all, but if that suits you, I'm as willing of a practice partner as you need of me. [His tone is... strangely distant? He's still red as a tomato, and seems to be... struggling, a bit, with his proclaimed compartmentalization, but It's Fine.]
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Compartmentalising...? ( She might need a "For Dummies" rendition of what you just said, Akechi. Sorry that she's like this. )
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[His mouth does a funny little wobble and he clamps it shut, but then he grins, snorts, and barks an abrupt collection of ugly sounds, dissolving into brassy laughter.] Amber, my God, what sort of education do they give you in Mondstadt?
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H-Hey! ( Her blush scorches across her face, right to the tips of her ears. ) ... I know some things! ( DOES SHE, THOUGH (she does not) )
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Th-that's, [Laughter.] Compartmentalizing is a relatively literal term. It effectively means I am putting things in little folders in my head rather than addressing them head-on, as you do.
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( BUT.... HOW DOES THIS RELATE TO KISSING???? )
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( HELP )
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Amber-- oh my God, you have to stop, my stomach hurts. [He hasn't laughed this hard in so long. He raises a hand and waves it at her gently.] I'm not-- I'm not laughing at you, I promise.
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I mean, what else can I assume?! You're all like, "I'm a compartmentalising practise partner!" So ... y'know! ( Y'KNOW!!!!!!!!! )
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No, actually, I don't know, you kissed me without preamble so I'm not sure if there's an issue with my penchant for compartmentalization. [Again with the big words.]
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... "Preamble"!? ( SHE SQUINTS. ) I-I still don't know what you mean! ( AT LEAST SHE'S HONEST. )
So, right, okay. I kissed you, now you've "compartmentalised" it into your kiss brain section ...
...
Please tell me that I got it right ...
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Preamble-- "a preliminary or preparatory statement; an introduction". In law, "the introductory part of a statute or deed, stating its purpose, aims, and justification". You didn't warn me or give me any kind of indication kissing was something about to occur, so I have no idea how you meant it be received. Compartmentalization literally means "the division of something into sections or categories". [He does not say that it's a trauma response, because he does not want to open that can of worms, no ma'am.]
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