[Sannan can flirt later. He probably will. No fishing needed. He's surprised himself with how easily he relates to Ryouma when in his world they might as well have killed each other with their own bare hands. There's just something effortless about their banter that sets Sannan less on edge than he is with some people here.
The situation at hand calls for Sannan's polite silence for a moment, biting back curiosity about the very nature of Ryouma's current existence. It wouldn't do to grill him when he's about to do this. Their eyes meet, and the expectation in his gaze is hard for Sannan to miss. Even though there's nothing inherently good about how much he's also anticipating this, his curiosity sparkles back just as his eyes blink red. It's unnatural, the way the color drains from his hair when the faintest scent of blood hits him, but his self control is incredible. For all that he's held himself back today, he still has it in him to not pounce or lunge.
Instead, he contemplates the best position for this ever so briefly, and settles for kneeling on the couch beside Ryouma. Lowering his head, tucking his hair back behind one ear with a trembling hand, he uses his last shreds of self control to maintain dignity. Then his tongue runs over the thickening line of blood and that self control takes a steep dive out of his mind. He shivers slightly as he makes the initial effort to lap up what's already made itself freely available on Ryouma's skin.]
noooo worries!!!
The situation at hand calls for Sannan's polite silence for a moment, biting back curiosity about the very nature of Ryouma's current existence. It wouldn't do to grill him when he's about to do this. Their eyes meet, and the expectation in his gaze is hard for Sannan to miss. Even though there's nothing inherently good about how much he's also anticipating this, his curiosity sparkles back just as his eyes blink red. It's unnatural, the way the color drains from his hair when the faintest scent of blood hits him, but his self control is incredible. For all that he's held himself back today, he still has it in him to not pounce or lunge.
Instead, he contemplates the best position for this ever so briefly, and settles for kneeling on the couch beside Ryouma. Lowering his head, tucking his hair back behind one ear with a trembling hand, he uses his last shreds of self control to maintain dignity. Then his tongue runs over the thickening line of blood and that self control takes a steep dive out of his mind. He shivers slightly as he makes the initial effort to lap up what's already made itself freely available on Ryouma's skin.]