[It's undeniable that Kirigiri is good at masking her reactions; it's hard to surprise her and harder to make her show it. But it's one thing to steel herself against verbal provocation, and quite another to keep a straight face when the provocation is physical and teasing. To her credit, the mask of her expression doesn't change, but there's no helping the faint pink flush that rises in her cheeks when his hand starts to move. All the training in the world can't suppress physiological reactions to external stimuli. She couldn't keep the heat out of her cheeks any more than she could will her heartbeat to slow down.
What she can do, at least, is continue to stare at him even after he takes her by the chin, ceding the appearance of control but using her silence to dare him to do something with it.]
I'm drinking it.
[As though the coffee warrants higher priority. She knows how he'll hate that.]
no subject
What she can do, at least, is continue to stare at him even after he takes her by the chin, ceding the appearance of control but using her silence to dare him to do something with it.]
I'm drinking it.
[As though the coffee warrants higher priority. She knows how he'll hate that.]
Why? Is it going to get in your way?