[There's an entire show happening above their heads and he's still captivated with what's going on right in front of him.]
Alphonse... [Though he can't keep one of those smiles off his face, a hand snaking to the back of Al's golden head to guide their foreheads together, he can't help whispering, either - ] Stop beating me to the good ones.
[While it's a gentle scold, it's halfway made in vain already, Konoe's interest in talking himself getting lower the more Alphonse's hands explore. As what he understands of what Al never takes for granted drives his interest in how he plans to show him that, and how he could return it in kind.]
"You just feel good to be with." Are you thinking it, too?
[He doesn't have to search his eyes with hope for the answer, his heart already carried by impressions of the truth. But he does anyway, curious of what his own words could do....]
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Alphonse... [Though he can't keep one of those smiles off his face, a hand snaking to the back of Al's golden head to guide their foreheads together, he can't help whispering, either - ] Stop beating me to the good ones.
[While it's a gentle scold, it's halfway made in vain already, Konoe's interest in talking himself getting lower the more Alphonse's hands explore. As what he understands of what Al never takes for granted drives his interest in how he plans to show him that, and how he could return it in kind.]
"You just feel good to be with." Are you thinking it, too?
[He doesn't have to search his eyes with hope for the answer, his heart already carried by impressions of the truth. But he does anyway, curious of what his own words could do....]