[Getting that extra contact touching his face and the extra kiss leave Arakita bright red, and he feels like he shouldn't feel so good about all this, but he does. He feels better than he's felt in months after some battery of emotions literally kicking his ass - so when Kinjou smiles and takes his hand to lead him along the hall, Arakita just curls his fingers a bit more securely and scrubs his own face with his free hand, like it can make the burning sensation in his cheeks calm the hell down.]
Th-the hell you need to hold my hand for, I'm right here. [Like he's not holding his back, like he's not fully accepting being led because he's got some weird mix of relief and being damn happy he's just ... accepted, like this. He decked him, Kinjou has honestly all sorts of reasons he could just not want to be around Arakita anymore; he's unfriendly, he's grouchy, he hardly speaks his mind about his real feelings, he gets flustered too fuckin easily.
[Kinjou can't recall a time where he's held Arakita's hand before, so he's pretty sure this is the first. He doesn't know how it's so easy for him to do but letting go doesn't come to his mind. He didn't even bother to think about why he needs to be holding his hand, because he doesn't. Arakita has been over enough times that he can make it through the apartment without being physically led. It's not like he's worried about him not coming along or leaving.
It's just... nice. Regardless of Arakita's complaints.]
Does it bother you? I can let go if you'd like. [Of course that means that Arakita needs to uncurl his fingers from around Kinjou's hand first.]
[Arakita doesn't say anything else, because it feels like if he says more he'll just make an idiot of himself. He just squeezes that hand in his and keeps walking, even taking a step more to catch up and walk hot on Kinjou's heels without actually stepping on the back of his feet.]
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on 2016-06-03 05:16 am (UTC)Th-the hell you need to hold my hand for, I'm right here. [Like he's not holding his back, like he's not fully accepting being led because he's got some weird mix of relief and being damn happy he's just ... accepted, like this. He decked him, Kinjou has honestly all sorts of reasons he could just not want to be around Arakita anymore; he's unfriendly, he's grouchy, he hardly speaks his mind about his real feelings, he gets flustered too fuckin easily.
He's got good friends though.]
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on 2016-06-03 05:54 am (UTC)It's just... nice. Regardless of Arakita's complaints.]
Does it bother you? I can let go if you'd like. [Of course that means that Arakita needs to uncurl his fingers from around Kinjou's hand first.]
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on 2016-06-03 06:09 am (UTC)[Arakita doesn't say anything else, because it feels like if he says more he'll just make an idiot of himself. He just squeezes that hand in his and keeps walking, even taking a step more to catch up and walk hot on Kinjou's heels without actually stepping on the back of his feet.]