[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.]
( Those explanations helped!! Sort of. She knows the words by definition now? But she still doesn't understand why he's dividing things into categories. He'll have figured this out easily, but she's not that kind of person. She just Does Things. )
Ah ... ( She swallows, feeling a pang of guilt over her impulsive kiss. )
Okay, I think I understand the definitions at least ... ( Hmm ... ) So, if I wanted to kiss you, I should ask first? I mean, uh ...
That's if you wanted to kiss me too, I mean ... ( How could she not have considered this!! (Because her head is full of air.))
[He does, actually, understand that his compartmentalization is Fucking Weird, but that's trauma, for you. His ears sear scarlet under his shaggy hair again.]
Don't feel poorly for the impulsive decision, I could truly stand to take a page from your book and overthink quite a bit less than I do. [He frowns at his kneecaps.] It..., mmmn. It isn't so much that I want you to ask, it's... [He trails off, frowning quite hard at his mattress beneath them.] This is a bit like the notion of things just being called "French" for no reason, I don't... really know why, but being... informed, makes this easier.
[Because he's absolutely wholeass 100% convinced that the only reason she could possibly have to kiss him is to practice for someone else, and he needs to check out of his own head to not be bothered by that.]
If that's how you like things to be, I'm more than okay with that. ( Amber blushes, rubbing one of her fingers down her cheek in an idle, shy gesture. ) To be honest with you ... I kinda haven't done that to someone before. Just kissed someone like that, I mean. Sure, I'm cuddly, and love giving my friends hugs, but ...
... I don't know. ( A deep breath. ) That was a first for me.
( Now that's a word she knows how to use in a sentence. It's also a word that leaves a funny twist in her stomach. )
If experimenting is what you want to call it, sure, but ... ( Is it what she considers it to be, though? Amber isn't certain she has an answer for that, but she'll try. ) I didn't kiss you just to play around. ( ???? Maybe that's a start???????? )
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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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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 ...
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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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Ah ... ( She swallows, feeling a pang of guilt over her impulsive kiss. )
Okay, I think I understand the definitions at least ... ( Hmm ... ) So, if I wanted to kiss you, I should ask first? I mean, uh ...
That's if you wanted to kiss me too, I mean ... ( How could she not have considered this!!
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Don't feel poorly for the impulsive decision, I could truly stand to take a page from your book and overthink quite a bit less than I do. [He frowns at his kneecaps.] It..., mmmn. It isn't so much that I want you to ask, it's... [He trails off, frowning quite hard at his mattress beneath them.] This is a bit like the notion of things just being called "French" for no reason, I don't... really know why, but being... informed, makes this easier.
[Because he's absolutely wholeass 100% convinced that the only reason she could possibly have to kiss him is to practice for someone else, and he needs to check out of his own head to not be bothered by that.]
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If that's how you like things to be, I'm more than okay with that. ( Amber blushes, rubbing one of her fingers down her cheek in an idle, shy gesture. ) To be honest with you ... I kinda haven't done that to someone before. Just kissed someone like that, I mean. Sure, I'm cuddly, and love giving my friends hugs, but ...
... I don't know. ( A deep breath. ) That was a first for me.
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Mmn. As I've mentioned, I'm not opposed to experimentation. [So why does he sound like he's dissociating out of his own skin??]
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( Now that's a word she knows how to use in a sentence. It's also a word that leaves a funny twist in her stomach. )
If experimenting is what you want to call it, sure, but ... ( Is it what she considers it to be, though? Amber isn't certain she has an answer for that, but she'll try. ) I didn't kiss you just to play around. ( ???? Maybe that's a start???????? )
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