[ If Izō blushes any harder, he might very well combust on the spot. All of his arrogance and bluster falls apart the moment he gets flustered. He spreads his wings out a little bit, his cocky grin falling a little flat with how flushed he is. ]
...How long ya been wantin' t' ask that?
[ He's surprised at Childe's restraint, really. His wings extend out a little further, as if an invitation for Childe to touch the iridescent feathers. ]
I guess ya can.
[ This is a bad idea. His wings are sensitive on a normal day. Now? Now he doesn't know just how intense the touch will feel.
Maybe that's why he agreed to it: curiosity and a total lack of restraint. ]
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...How long ya been wantin' t' ask that?
[ He's surprised at Childe's restraint, really. His wings extend out a little further, as if an invitation for Childe to touch the iridescent feathers. ]
I guess ya can.
[ This is a bad idea. His wings are sensitive on a normal day. Now? Now he doesn't know just how intense the touch will feel.
Maybe that's why he agreed to it: curiosity and a total lack of restraint. ]