[ a gryffindor after his own gryffindor heart. we're all force of nature nonstop yeets in human form in this bungalow. for whatever she's lacking in experience, she's certainly trying to make up for it with that yeet enthusiasm and he's into it.
his hands wander downwards, settling at the small of her back. he's still trying to get a general Feel for her. still small and delicate in a way he isn't used to, as someone who is at least 85% gay. she's warm, but he notices that about everyone now. almost like it's just him. her hand against his shirt reads like an invitation —
oh. we're breathing. he takes a deep breath, too, because he knows that he should. that's called Acting. he is impressed, considering the circumstances that led her to be in this room. ]
Wow. You're ... yeah.
[ at least it's a very appreciative "wow, you're ... yeah." he's out here trying his best. ]
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his hands wander downwards, settling at the small of her back. he's still trying to get a general Feel for her. still small and delicate in a way he isn't used to, as someone who is at least 85% gay. she's warm, but he notices that about everyone now. almost like it's just him. her hand against his shirt reads like an invitation —
oh. we're breathing. he takes a deep breath, too, because he knows that he should. that's called Acting. he is impressed, considering the circumstances that led her to be in this room. ]
Wow. You're ... yeah.
[ at least it's a very appreciative "wow, you're ... yeah." he's out here trying his best. ]