[ He is absolutely not kidding, and he would have loved if Natsume decided to throw him a bone and touch his arm without first trying to give him an Indian burn. Though he's not delusional enough to actually think it would happen.
He drops his arm back to his side, not unhappy with the rejection, more curious that Natsume decided to hang out with him anyway. ]
Can I feed you?
[ What was that about people getting the wrong idea? ]
How romanTIC. [ :) ! ] No, you CAN'T. What did I just SAY...? HonestLY, you're as bad as...
[ ...as like, a handful of people he Likes, and Natsume stares into the middle distance for a moment. God. ]
Anyway, the answer is NO, for now and foreVER. I'm sure there's plenty of cute boys who'd like you to feed them if you're really itching to be all cozy with someONE, though I can't imagine what their personalities must be like if they like you that WAY.
[ A little— harsh, maybe, but he's prickly, and this place sucks, and you know, the usual. His cheeks are a bit red anyway, due to the cold, but being asked so directly didn't ... help ...
He can't stand straightforward people why are you all like this. ]
[ Strictly to embarrass and mortify Natsume is why Daseul is like this. He isn't upset by the rejection at all, and still stands just a step closer to Natsume than he needs to be. ]
It wouldn't be the first time.
[ That Daseul has fed him, anyway. Yeah, he watched the stream, what of it? Just maybe he recorded the hell out of it so he could keep it forever and maybe, maybe one day make Natsume watch it with him so they can recreate it. ]
[ What does he mean by... ugh, no, something happened on stream, didn't it. He makes a face, not sure if he wants to ask or go looking himself and, subsequently, systematically search and destroy every available recording and video of his clone that exists...
And, even more of a face at the instead there— ]
That's disgusTING. [ Feeding him with his mouth... ] What are you, a BIRD? Even Wataru-niisan wouldn't let one of his doves feed him like THAT.
[ Yes, he must stand exactly this close. If he's not allowed to hold hands, and not allowed to regurgitate food into Natsume's mouth, then this is the least Natsume can let him do. He doesn't seem at all like he's interested in moving even after Natsume points it out, that's for sure. Maybe he even edges just a little bit closer. ]
[ He half thinks that Daseul was born solely to annoy the hell out of him, but that's incredibly self-centered; certainly there are other people he was born to annoy to this extent, too. ]
You could always let me feed mySELF. [ A comment that's going to fall on deaf ears, surely, and Natsume exhales softly as he looks away. ] ...Fine, yes, HANDS. As long as they're CLEAN.
[ Fortunately, only Natsume has been blessed with this kind of obsessive need to annoy him. Are there other boys just as deserving of annoyance? Sure, but this is the one Daseul has chosen.
As soon as Natsume gives in and lets Daseul have his inevitable way, Daseul is already taking the crepe from Natsume's hands, pulling off a small mouthful (he is not about that unclean, messy life) and holding it in front of his mouth. ]
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He drops his arm back to his side, not unhappy with the rejection, more curious that Natsume decided to hang out with him anyway. ]
Can I feed you?
[ What was that about people getting the wrong idea? ]
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How romanTIC. [ :) ! ] No, you CAN'T. What did I just SAY...? HonestLY, you're as bad as...
[ ...as like, a handful of people he Likes, and Natsume stares into the middle distance for a moment. God. ]
Anyway, the answer is NO, for now and foreVER. I'm sure there's plenty of cute boys who'd like you to feed them if you're really itching to be all cozy with someONE, though I can't imagine what their personalities must be like if they like you that WAY.
[ A little— harsh, maybe, but he's prickly, and this place sucks, and you know, the usual. His cheeks are a bit red anyway, due to the cold, but being asked so directly didn't ... help ...
He can't stand straightforward people why are you all like this. ]
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It wouldn't be the first time.
[ That Daseul has fed him, anyway. Yeah, he watched the stream, what of it? Just maybe he recorded the hell out of it so he could keep it forever and maybe, maybe one day make Natsume watch it with him so they can recreate it. ]
I could do it with my mouth, instead.
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And, even more of a face at the instead there— ]
That's disgusTING. [ Feeding him with his mouth... ] What are you, a BIRD? Even Wataru-niisan wouldn't let one of his doves feed him like THAT.
[ . . .
pro...bably?
Probably. also— ]
Must you stand so CLOSE.
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So I can do it with my hands, then?
[ It's one or the other. ]
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You could always let me feed mySELF. [ A comment that's going to fall on deaf ears, surely, and Natsume exhales softly as he looks away. ] ...Fine, yes, HANDS. As long as they're CLEAN.
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As soon as Natsume gives in and lets Daseul have his inevitable way, Daseul is already taking the crepe from Natsume's hands, pulling off a small mouthful (he is not about that unclean, messy life) and holding it in front of his mouth. ]
Aah.