[She's staring. Worse by far, though, is the way he can feel her thinking, mulling over her options to the ever-increasing tempo of want drumming in the back of her mind. Their minds. It's this insane feedback loop that yanks him back every time he tries to calm himself down, to think about something super serious and chill the fuck out, until all of a sudden this piercing psychic hum of horniness grabs him by the dick all over again.]
[He thinks he should say no. He should probably say no. He breathes out sharply, ducks his head, lists all the reasons he should say no.]
[But Sayori's looking at him, and he can't help but meet her eyes. They're loud right now. There's so much in the way she looks at him, and none of that's helping with the situation either, frankly.]
I—
[He chokes on a laugh, gaze darting towards the next cabana over, not that close but close enough. Licks his lips. Thinks about all those reasons again and immediately forgets them.]
Do you want to? I mean, it'd — yeah, I do, but you don't have to, y'know?
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[He thinks he should say no. He should probably say no. He breathes out sharply, ducks his head, lists all the reasons he should say no.]
[But Sayori's looking at him, and he can't help but meet her eyes. They're loud right now. There's so much in the way she looks at him, and none of that's helping with the situation either, frankly.]
I—
[He chokes on a laugh, gaze darting towards the next cabana over, not that close but close enough. Licks his lips. Thinks about all those reasons again and immediately forgets them.]
Do you want to? I mean, it'd — yeah, I do, but you don't have to, y'know?