(Oh.... he did hear that little offbeat hiccup, something that sounds very close to the way Shinichi often, nervously, speaks... And it makes his heart do a sudden fresh dose of flippy-fluttery things, almost steals his own breath for a moment.
It's not the first time Shinichi's thought this, but it reels him sideways all over again, gently β Kaede is extremely cute.
He may be oblivious to many things (at least, Migi would claim as such).... but not even he could possibly miss the fact that his suggestion has caused that little bit of fluster in the girl. And Shinichi can barely stand it, pleased in a way that's new for him, stupidly happy, giddy, maybe. He can't remember the last time he ever felt that way. Migi happened, and then Deerington, and then another dreamscape, and things have been frightening and upsetting and weird, but somehow he's able to feel nervously happy and it's.... nice. He's biting down on his lip a little to stop from smiling too much, only as soon as he feels Kaede grasp onto his shoulders, his heart's going crazy all over again and the butterflies in his stomach have either multiplied in number or are having a dance party. )
I think that's good. Unless you feel safer holding onto my waist, eitheβ ( Aaaand his own voice cuts off from the mix of pleasant nerves and blood-flushed ears and cheeks and he's clearing his throat immediately. A little embarrassed by his own verbal slip-up, but he knows he's not cool.... ) βEither one.
( Still, he's buzzing with those happy nerves as he adjusts his grasp on the rope and glances down at the slope they're on the precipice of. Of course, it's at that moment that a soft voice pipes up from his palm, muffled by woolen glove, the fabric moving slightly as Migi speaks in his usual robotic tone. )
Shinichi. I have calculated the slope's angle and determined that the safest velocity when traveling down it would beβ
It's fine! ( The boy's voice, lowered almost to a hush, comes quickly and with a desperation. Please be quiet.... He doesn't want to be reminded about his talking alien hand right now, okay.... )
Shinichi. Steering a wooden sled is not so simple. It requiresβ
Migi, it's fine. I'll be careful, don't worry.
( ....Silence. It doesn't alleviate his dose of discomfort, and he's wincing a little as he turns his head back towards Kaede, giving an awkward breath of a laugh. )
Sorry about that.... Are you ready? We just have to umβ kind of scoot over the edge.
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It's not the first time Shinichi's thought this, but it reels him sideways all over again, gently β Kaede is extremely cute.
He may be oblivious to many things (at least, Migi would claim as such).... but not even he could possibly miss the fact that his suggestion has caused that little bit of fluster in the girl. And Shinichi can barely stand it, pleased in a way that's new for him, stupidly happy, giddy, maybe. He can't remember the last time he ever felt that way. Migi happened, and then Deerington, and then another dreamscape, and things have been frightening and upsetting and weird, but somehow he's able to feel nervously happy and it's.... nice. He's biting down on his lip a little to stop from smiling too much, only as soon as he feels Kaede grasp onto his shoulders, his heart's going crazy all over again and the butterflies in his stomach have either multiplied in number or are having a dance party. )
I think that's good. Unless you feel safer holding onto my waist, eitheβ ( Aaaand his own voice cuts off from the mix of pleasant nerves and blood-flushed ears and cheeks and he's clearing his throat immediately. A little embarrassed by his own verbal slip-up, but he knows he's not cool.... ) βEither one.
( Still, he's buzzing with those happy nerves as he adjusts his grasp on the rope and glances down at the slope they're on the precipice of. Of course, it's at that moment that a soft voice pipes up from his palm, muffled by woolen glove, the fabric moving slightly as Migi speaks in his usual robotic tone. )
Shinichi. I have calculated the slope's angle and determined that the safest velocity when traveling down it would beβ
It's fine! ( The boy's voice, lowered almost to a hush, comes quickly and with a desperation. Please be quiet.... He doesn't want to be reminded about his talking alien hand right now, okay.... )
Shinichi. Steering a wooden sled is not so simple. It requiresβ
Migi, it's fine. I'll be careful, don't worry.
( ....Silence. It doesn't alleviate his dose of discomfort, and he's wincing a little as he turns his head back towards Kaede, giving an awkward breath of a laugh. )
Sorry about that.... Are you ready? We just have to umβ kind of scoot over the edge.