[He can feel eyes on him, and that's easy enough to ignore. It's cute, it's just like all the staring he was doing earlier— but once fingertips move and touch to his lips, he's smiling in a way he can't hold back. He tries to kiss at those fingertips, but the way he's grinning makes it not so much a kiss as a little nod and nudge, and he's breathing out a laugh shortly after. He's embarrassed, but he can't stop smiling...]
What? [It's not accusing at all. It's just a word to fill the silence, really.]
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[He can feel eyes on him, and that's easy enough to ignore. It's cute, it's just like all the staring he was doing earlier— but once fingertips move and touch to his lips, he's smiling in a way he can't hold back. He tries to kiss at those fingertips, but the way he's grinning makes it not so much a kiss as a little nod and nudge, and he's breathing out a laugh shortly after. He's embarrassed, but he can't stop smiling...]
What? [It's not accusing at all. It's just a word to fill the silence, really.]