[Words have always dictated all of him, every single second of his life since he was born and long, long before that -- there are words Subete has been searching for his whole life and words he'll never get to say and people he'll never get to say them to; they've piled up so much more over the twenty years he's still studiously not looking at.
It helps that his vision and all his attention have narrowed to singular points, softly dipped in fog; it helps that he's currently experiencing on several different levels the ways in which words can go part of the way and still be drowned out by other things the rest of the way, because even he runs out of coherence every once in a while. There's a lot of every once in a whiles in the past while. Somewhat muzzily but greedily he collects all the bits and pieces between them, all the things he's never heard or found before and wants to claim; he doesn't want to forget later, no matter how much liquor has been involved.
There's a small jolt like he really did drink down a bolt of lightning when he blinks and he's being kissed again -- this time it takes a moment or two and another startled sigh before he manages to settle into catching up; after everything else and at this point in the night it really is a little overwhelming but he's getting a taste for it, the sweetness and dizzying pace melting away along with time and everything else.
So there's another jolt when there's a breathing pause and he realizes that at some point the waitress had shown up, waiting with that conspicuous silence and inconspicuous lack of presence. Oops.]
... You're going to blow our cover. [it's a whisper because he hasn't bothered to pull away (or maybe because this feels a little less like talking directly in front of the waitress who is still doing an admirable job of failing to listen, or there really just isn't enough breath to get anywhere), but there's something a touch sheepish about it all the same, the way he has to close his eyes for a moment as though in concentration] But uh, maybe we should get the rest of it to go. Should find a hotel while I can still see... something.
[He's blinked his eyes back open and they've landed immediately on Hikage's mouth again, so the part about actually seeing might be a lost cause here. But seriously, it's hard to act on distraction with the looming waitstaff.]
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It helps that his vision and all his attention have narrowed to singular points, softly dipped in fog; it helps that he's currently experiencing on several different levels the ways in which words can go part of the way and still be drowned out by other things the rest of the way, because even he runs out of coherence every once in a while. There's a lot of every once in a whiles in the past while. Somewhat muzzily but greedily he collects all the bits and pieces between them, all the things he's never heard or found before and wants to claim; he doesn't want to forget later, no matter how much liquor has been involved.
There's a small jolt like he really did drink down a bolt of lightning when he blinks and he's being kissed again -- this time it takes a moment or two and another startled sigh before he manages to settle into catching up; after everything else and at this point in the night it really is a little overwhelming but he's getting a taste for it, the sweetness and dizzying pace melting away along with time and everything else.
So there's another jolt when there's a breathing pause and he realizes that at some point the waitress had shown up, waiting with that conspicuous silence and inconspicuous lack of presence. Oops.]
... You're going to blow our cover. [it's a whisper because he hasn't bothered to pull away (or maybe because this feels a little less like talking directly in front of the waitress who is still doing an admirable job of failing to listen, or there really just isn't enough breath to get anywhere), but there's something a touch sheepish about it all the same, the way he has to close his eyes for a moment as though in concentration] But uh, maybe we should get the rest of it to go. Should find a hotel while I can still see... something.
[He's blinked his eyes back open and they've landed immediately on Hikage's mouth again, so the part about actually seeing might be a lost cause here. But seriously, it's hard to act on distraction with the looming waitstaff.]