[ by jonouchi's posture, he gets the idea of what he's planning on, although his mind is more intent on the places where they're touching. he watches, or tries to watch despite the darkness, through heavily lidded eyes, chest rising and falling, fingers fastened tight. he measures his breathing, tries to steady his hands. it's not a pause exactly, but he'd be stupid to interrupt him just because he's getting impatient again. but if he's impatient, then he doesn't know what jonouchi is.
something that he said made him stop talking, but strangely he can't identify what it might have been. in retrospect, his unhappiness was obvious, so... maybe he didn't want it to be, or...
it's frustrating that he can't figure it out. he doesn't care, but he should know nevertheless. ]
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something that he said made him stop talking, but strangely he can't identify what it might have been. in retrospect, his unhappiness was obvious, so... maybe he didn't want it to be, or...
it's frustrating that he can't figure it out. he doesn't care, but he should know nevertheless. ]