[ The broken record that is Adachi's brain skips a beat at that quick, honest show of affection. For all the things they've said and done to each other at this point now is when he gets shy, a hand over his mouth as he clears his throat to try and hide the pink creeping onto his cheeks. ]
A guy's going on and on about guns and you think it's cute? Sure you're not the one who needs a counselor?
[ Can't seem to keep eye contact for a little while either, funny that. Instead his eyes are back down on the model in his hands, fiddling with the chamber as if to make sure it's rotating properly and doesn't need an early clean or something. ]
It's not all that exciting to watch, but if you really want to then I guess that's fine...
Maruki's never seen him like this. Adachi, blushing faintly, shying away from the praise, unable to meet his eye–
Target acquired.
Maruki grins, laughs in that self-effacing way of his and rests one arm along Adachi's back, reaching up to card gentle fingers through his hair. ]
You think I need a counselor? Well, maybe so...
[ Over and over, slow and methodical, impossibly affectionate. Maruki watches the way Adachi's uneven, choppy hair sifts through his fingers for a few moments longer, then turns his attention back to the gun as well. ]
Perhaps this is a stupid question, but you don't have any real ones, right?
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A guy's going on and on about guns and you think it's cute? Sure you're not the one who needs a counselor?
[ Can't seem to keep eye contact for a little while either, funny that. Instead his eyes are back down on the model in his hands, fiddling with the chamber as if to make sure it's rotating properly and doesn't need an early clean or something. ]
It's not all that exciting to watch, but if you really want to then I guess that's fine...
[ He guesses. ]
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Maruki's never seen him like this. Adachi, blushing faintly, shying away from the praise, unable to meet his eye–
Target acquired.
Maruki grins, laughs in that self-effacing way of his and rests one arm along Adachi's back, reaching up to card gentle fingers through his hair. ]
You think I need a counselor? Well, maybe so...
[ Over and over, slow and methodical, impossibly affectionate. Maruki watches the way Adachi's uneven, choppy hair sifts through his fingers for a few moments longer, then turns his attention back to the gun as well. ]
Perhaps this is a stupid question, but you don't have any real ones, right?
[ Just making sure! For safety!! ]