[ choso clocks the nerves, but attributes it to the blood, to the iron stink still wafting under the sharper sting of disinfectant. because, after all, who wouldn’t be a little weirded out? it is in human nature to regard blood with wariness and fear, so choso doesn’t think too much on it, opting instead to put his spray bottle and rag away so that he misses when laios looks him over entirely.
choso, he continues puttering about until laios speaks again, first syllable trailing off before firming up into a proper summons. now choso looks up and over again, blinking just the once before he promptly heads over to stand over laios, looming expectantly with his head tilted slightly, curiously to the side. ]
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choso, he continues puttering about until laios speaks again, first syllable trailing off before firming up into a proper summons. now choso looks up and over again, blinking just the once before he promptly heads over to stand over laios, looming expectantly with his head tilted slightly, curiously to the side. ]
Yes?
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[ sharp inhale... he can do this.. but he avoids eye contact while saying this.. ]
I don't think we should have se.. sex. I hope you understand, but.. maybe..
[ trails off....... but maybe what, Laios? Choso should ask. ]