[ Jouno likes compliments. He soaks up praise and adoration like a sponge, so he doesn't completely hate what Tetcho is saying. That said, it does fluster him, enough so that his cheeks are a soft red when Tetcho forces him to look his way. There's a slight pout on his lips, and his nose wrinkles in feigned disgust. ]
Don't say stuff like that. [ About his eyes, at least. It's strange. He can't remember the last time anyone saw them, for one. Almost self-conscious, he closes them again -- but he doesn't like being without some sense of his surroundings. It makes him too nervous, and he swallows, and they're open again before long, fixated again on the shadow that is his boyfriend. ]
You sound so dumb. [ His lips quirk slightly, almost a smile. He won't say it, but he loves him, too. Pathetically so. ]
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Don't say stuff like that. [ About his eyes, at least. It's strange. He can't remember the last time anyone saw them, for one. Almost self-conscious, he closes them again -- but he doesn't like being without some sense of his surroundings. It makes him too nervous, and he swallows, and they're open again before long, fixated again on the shadow that is his boyfriend. ]
You sound so dumb. [ His lips quirk slightly, almost a smile. He won't say it, but he loves him, too. Pathetically so. ]