[ He is absurdly curious to find out how Gaelio will react. Even the possibility of a poor reaction, disgust or some variation or anger, doesn't deter McGillis from jutting his elbow along another inch to give the other more clearance for a bite.
Something about this new environment makes him feel lighter. As if born anew, with a new identity. A simple job, a simple purpose, nothing about this present state would indicate that the past was anything but average. Caught in the crossfire of developments that are quickly outpacing the both of them, it's almost soothing to pretend that they've been living here in Shehui their entire lives.
Even at his age, it's fun to play pretend. Alluring, to construct separate realities and enact them to his whims.
In this reality, Gaelio's voice has a husky quality when he replies, alerting McGillis on some primal level of what's to come. Still --
He's not prepared when fingers weave past the chocolate fruit and ghost over his own. With his hand moving up, McGillis might've predicted he was opting for messy fingers -- instead, they skim over skin, a twitched buried in the movement. McGillis has frozen, smile fading to distraction. Green eyes lower, remaining hooded, and contemplative on the trajectory of the other hand. It settles in such a way that Gaelio is nearly holding on by the end, the callous of his thumb grazing against palm, guiding the path of the strawberry in such a way --
Green eyes tip up to watch his mouth break through the skin of candy coating and the fruit underneath. A more fascinating sight than it has any right to be. McGillis lingers on a smear of chocolate left on Gaelio's lower lip and the stain of red creeping up from his collar, staring outright, until blue eyes flit up and lock directly aligned with his own.
He must meet them. He meets them. There's something alive in the air, between this gap, as there always is.
His smile is unfurling anew, charmed by the deliberate nonchalance. An undercurrent of heat laid into the expression, more-so than before, the excitement of an unexpected development overwhelming synapses temporarily. He exhales acknowledgment of the praise. Not quite a laugh, but a subtle note of understated delight for Gaelio's chosen path, that he would take the prompt as far as this. ]
Too sweet? Or not sweet enough?
[ Shoulders leaning in, without dislodging Gaelio's hand, McGillis dips the strawberry up and dips down to nibble on the same spot, biting further down to the stem.
If he could maneuver well enough to graze lips against fingers, he just might.
This sort of headiness is new. They're locked so close -- his bangs might obnoxiously be brushing Gaelio's nose at this angle. The thought keeps his lip curled, even during munching. ]
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Something about this new environment makes him feel lighter. As if born anew, with a new identity. A simple job, a simple purpose, nothing about this present state would indicate that the past was anything but average. Caught in the crossfire of developments that are quickly outpacing the both of them, it's almost soothing to pretend that they've been living here in Shehui their entire lives.
Even at his age, it's fun to play pretend. Alluring, to construct separate realities and enact them to his whims.
In this reality, Gaelio's voice has a husky quality when he replies, alerting McGillis on some primal level of what's to come. Still --
He's not prepared when fingers weave past the chocolate fruit and ghost over his own. With his hand moving up, McGillis might've predicted he was opting for messy fingers -- instead, they skim over skin, a twitched buried in the movement. McGillis has frozen, smile fading to distraction. Green eyes lower, remaining hooded, and contemplative on the trajectory of the other hand. It settles in such a way that Gaelio is nearly holding on by the end, the callous of his thumb grazing against palm, guiding the path of the strawberry in such a way --
Green eyes tip up to watch his mouth break through the skin of candy coating and the fruit underneath. A more fascinating sight than it has any right to be. McGillis lingers on a smear of chocolate left on Gaelio's lower lip and the stain of red creeping up from his collar, staring outright, until blue eyes flit up and lock directly aligned with his own.
He must meet them. He meets them. There's something alive in the air, between this gap, as there always is.
His smile is unfurling anew, charmed by the deliberate nonchalance. An undercurrent of heat laid into the expression, more-so than before, the excitement of an unexpected development overwhelming synapses temporarily. He exhales acknowledgment of the praise. Not quite a laugh, but a subtle note of understated delight for Gaelio's chosen path, that he would take the prompt as far as this. ]
Too sweet? Or not sweet enough?
[ Shoulders leaning in, without dislodging Gaelio's hand, McGillis dips the strawberry up and dips down to nibble on the same spot, biting further down to the stem.
If he could maneuver well enough to graze lips against fingers, he just might.
This sort of headiness is new. They're locked so close -- his bangs might obnoxiously be brushing Gaelio's nose at this angle. The thought keeps his lip curled, even during munching. ]
The berry's a little sour.