Part of him wanted to argue, but he couldn't think of a good retort beyond pointing out, again, it's her fault. So Trunks just kept his mouth shut, and huffed again before trying to calm down and...ignore their position.
Which wasn't easy, given she was all but laying on top of him, breathing hard, and he could feel her glare too. It's several more heartbeats, before a small 'tch' sound was heard. Resignation, if anything (and trying to ignore that he was still blushing down to his collarbone). As weird as this was, hopefully this would make it 'less' weird, for now---and wouldn't insult her pride in ways that would provoke a squabble.
"Just hold still, alright?" It wasn't quite grit out the way his other words had been, but it was definitely with more invective than he usually used. Trunks shifted himself up slightly, and turned. One arm going to her leg again, and under it, as he continued moving. Shifting them both now to be sitting up--and while she was still effectively on his lap and leaning on him, it wasn't quite so...intimate.
At least that's what he told himself. His own legs crossed, with both of hers draped to the side, where she was still leaning against him. Keeping his head turned and slightly down, Chinatsu could easily lean against his shoulder.
"I was trying to not think about anything other than making sure you're okay...and then we started arguing." That's about all the apology she's going to get.
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Date: 2018-04-20 09:06 pm (UTC)Which wasn't easy, given she was all but laying on top of him, breathing hard, and he could feel her glare too. It's several more heartbeats, before a small 'tch' sound was heard. Resignation, if anything (and trying to ignore that he was still blushing down to his collarbone). As weird as this was, hopefully this would make it 'less' weird, for now---and wouldn't insult her pride in ways that would provoke a squabble.
"Just hold still, alright?" It wasn't quite grit out the way his other words had been, but it was definitely with more invective than he usually used. Trunks shifted himself up slightly, and turned. One arm going to her leg again, and under it, as he continued moving. Shifting them both now to be sitting up--and while she was still effectively on his lap and leaning on him, it wasn't quite so...intimate.
At least that's what he told himself. His own legs crossed, with both of hers draped to the side, where she was still leaning against him. Keeping his head turned and slightly down, Chinatsu could easily lean against his shoulder.
"I was trying to not think about anything other than making sure you're okay...and then we started arguing." That's about all the apology she's going to get.