At least he isn't making a complete fool of himself then. Or choking half to death on a rice ball. Thankfully that doesn't happen either. Sage is so focused on finishing the rice ball that he barely notices how Minsu nearly shoves the whole sandwich in his mouth or the way he seems to light up at the prospect at spending more time with Sage. The witch is finding that this is enjoyable, easy in a way he didn't expect, and he would really have no issues with spending more time with Minsu.
Honestly, Sage is getting to the point where he should probably stop trying to deny the fact that he enjoys the other's company. But-- well, there are still echoes of fear and misgiving in him, habits that are hard to break.
"That--" Why are you telling him things like that? Why. The thought of Minsu doing anything like the dancing that he is used to makes a flush rise to his cheeks. He needs to-- not think about that. Especially when he remembers how damned warm Minsu is, how solid he is, the weight of him and--
His hazy memories are broken when Sage does choke a little, on nothing more than air and his words and memories.
It takes a moment for him to clear his airways, but eventually, he manages to speak. "We can try both?"
More time together. Which might be a mistake, considering how Sage already can't figure his damn thoughts out but--
"Shit!" The curse is directed at the remains of his ice cream which, during his coughing fit and thought process, has managed to get all over his hand. And jeans. Damnit. Lips curving downward just a bit, Sage tries to lick what he can off his hand before shooting Minsu a look. "You don't happen to have napkins, do you? "
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Honestly, Sage is getting to the point where he should probably stop trying to deny the fact that he enjoys the other's company. But-- well, there are still echoes of fear and misgiving in him, habits that are hard to break.
"That--" Why are you telling him things like that? Why. The thought of Minsu doing anything like the dancing that he is used to makes a flush rise to his cheeks. He needs to-- not think about that. Especially when he remembers how damned warm Minsu is, how solid he is, the weight of him and--
His hazy memories are broken when Sage does choke a little, on nothing more than air and his words and memories.
It takes a moment for him to clear his airways, but eventually, he manages to speak. "We can try both?"
More time together. Which might be a mistake, considering how Sage already can't figure his damn thoughts out but--
"Shit!" The curse is directed at the remains of his ice cream which, during his coughing fit and thought process, has managed to get all over his hand. And jeans. Damnit. Lips curving downward just a bit, Sage tries to lick what he can off his hand before shooting Minsu a look. "You don't happen to have napkins, do you? "