(AKJSKJHGHJKSGHS and late af, but a little bonus reply that got lengthier than intended)
Caelestis sifted through the fridge and cabinets in attempt to get a feel for his options. There were no lemons nor lemon juice—that time before must've been with the lemon he'd given En, and any left over would surely be no good by now. This was a problem. He barely even knew many recipes, without there typically being much reason to cook himself at all, but he couldn't possibly make something bland. Heavens no! Fortunately at least, though an apparent nervousness still mingled its way into his movements, the distress at this issue did seem fairly effective at distracting himself from the earlier topic he'd brought up, really. Spices it is, Caelestis settled on after several moments of intense pondering—only for his eyes to widen at the arms around him.
Suddenly forgetting how to breathe, his face reddened. En...? There wasn't exactly anyone else it could be, and this position… This—this couldn't be allowed—
Just as he began turning his head aside in attempt to formulate some semblance of a reaction, En's hands covered his own. And any remaining composure was lost. W-what? What?? Head swirling so thoroughly… What was even happening? He looked down properly at last, and watching the movements that his hands seemed to be guided into, it was… sign language? Sign language. Words. And yes, the meaning… Thank god it wasn't as fast as usual, because he could nearly hear slow gears in his mind earnestly grinding their way to follow along.
'Like… when you're…' The rest was acknowledged subtly...
Caelestis stilled for a moment, allowing his body to lean back slightly into the embrace—as much as it could be done so, really, because he felt his legs just might buckle otherwise. Attempting to at least will back the hinting of tears nudging his eyes, he let out a quiet breath in defeat, and turned slowly around until they were both face-to-face. How to... how to react. He didn't really know what this meant exactly, but... After only staring wide-eyed for an indistinct period, in a sudden fluster by his pounding heart, Caelestis closed the distance and pressed his lips against En's.
It was more lengthened than any of the previous, frustratingly fleeting ones at least, but he pulled away as soon as his mind finally caught up to him. And awkwardly rushed back to the other room. Considering the previous moment, hopefully En wouldn't be about to murder him over that at least, but still! Caelestis mentally scolded his instinctive course of action, slapping his cheeks twice in hopeless attempt to get himself together.
Either way, it was seeming like the cooking might have to wait, actually. He… he was going to need to lie down for a while after this.
PicklePantry
En Litari II
(AKJSKJHGHJKSGHS and late af, but a little bonus reply that got lengthier than intended)
Caelestis sifted through the fridge and cabinets in attempt to get a feel for his options. There were no lemons nor lemon juice—that time before must've been with the lemon he'd given En, and any left over would surely be no good by now. This was a problem. He barely even knew many recipes, without there typically being much reason to cook himself at all, but he couldn't possibly make something bland. Heavens no! Fortunately at least, though an apparent nervousness still mingled its way into his movements, the distress at this issue did seem fairly effective at distracting himself from the earlier topic he'd brought up, really. Spices it is, Caelestis settled on after several moments of intense pondering—only for his eyes to widen at the arms around him.
Suddenly forgetting how to breathe, his face reddened. En...? There wasn't exactly anyone else it could be, and this position… This—this couldn't be allowed—
Just as he began turning his head aside in attempt to formulate some semblance of a reaction, En's hands covered his own. And any remaining composure was lost. W-what? What?? Head swirling so thoroughly… What was even happening? He looked down properly at last, and watching the movements that his hands seemed to be guided into, it was… sign language? Sign language. Words. And yes, the meaning… Thank god it wasn't as fast as usual, because he could nearly hear slow gears in his mind earnestly grinding their way to follow along.
'Like… when you're…' The rest was acknowledged subtly...
Caelestis stilled for a moment, allowing his body to lean back slightly into the embrace—as much as it could be done so, really, because he felt his legs just might buckle otherwise. Attempting to at least will back the hinting of tears nudging his eyes, he let out a quiet breath in defeat, and turned slowly around until they were both face-to-face. How to... how to react. He didn't really know what this meant exactly, but... After only staring wide-eyed for an indistinct period, in a sudden fluster by his pounding heart, Caelestis closed the distance and pressed his lips against En's.
It was more lengthened than any of the previous, frustratingly fleeting ones at least, but he pulled away as soon as his mind finally caught up to him. And awkwardly rushed back to the other room. Considering the previous moment, hopefully En wouldn't be about to murder him over that at least, but still! Caelestis mentally scolded his instinctive course of action, slapping his cheeks twice in hopeless attempt to get himself together.
Either way, it was seeming like the cooking might have to wait, actually. He… he was going to need to lie down for a while after this.
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