 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Just as soon as Mitsuki's grip loosened, Milo withdrew his hand, shook his sleeve down, and wound his fingers into the fabric. Now... now he could think a little clearer, though he could not have explained (at least in words that anyone understood) the relationship between sensory and cerebral. Affection and attention. Thunder and thought and caught and fraught.
It was at that moment (and a moment too late to catch Mitsuki's glance) that Milo's gaze drifted towards the other Ms in the trifecta, before pinballing leisurely off to whatever they were looking at. He stared, and kept staring, neither knowing nor - eventually - caring what the object of attention was supposed to be, until he had entirely forgotten his reason for looking away. Instead he watched the fairies in the foliage around the nearest archway.
He returned gradually to the moment and realised that he had (to the untrained eye) already started dancing, and was swaying from side to side, though not strictly (read: remotely) in time with the music. Milo opened his mouth to add that he was ready to dance, but the words that actually came out were, "You have salt in your sweat." And then, "But too much sweat out here is unwise. You'll feed them." Too human, see. At a convergence like this that salt could well have the opposite effect, but it was unlikely Mitsuki had neglected to bring her own non-perspiration variety. |