[Oh. That gets a startled gasp and a widening of eyes as soon as Ryouma moves, a flush running up his neck and across his cheeks. That... had not been what he he had expected Ryouma to do. The reluctance in his voice conveys that.]
Ryouma...
[He tightly grips the arm of the chair with his right hand, flinching slghtly at the pull it puts on his shoulder before he forces himself to relax.]
no subject
Ryouma...
[He tightly grips the arm of the chair with his right hand, flinching slghtly at the pull it puts on his shoulder before he forces himself to relax.]
That-- ... you don't have to do that.