His instinct knows it's Ginger before his mind puts a label to it, turning to look back and finding an fresh face, but familiar features. Of course he'd know his own heart.
But there is - a pause, that follows his recognition. When Mika says he sees Ginger for Ginger, he really does mean it, for better or worse - Ginger, in his mind's eye, is comprised of his thoughts and his words and his gestures, and not so much his surface. Picking out what's shifted in his beloved's and finding what's new - what he can't help but love, too, because how could he hate any expression of Ginger, in any form? - he finds... by necessity, his attention drawn to that same surface he's taken perhaps for granted. )
... You did.
( A bit of a lame answer, because he's pulling himself out of his thoughts. He gently lays his hands on Ginger's arms crossed over his chest. Ginger's limbs are way more slender like this, huh... and he can definitely feel how much softer his chest is. )
... You look... really good.
( Weird for Mika - he kinda wants to see all of him. Is pretty the right word? It feels almost not enough. "Gorgeous" and "beautiful" feel so unnatural to his vocabulary, though - almost pretentious and fake, from his lips. )
... Is it weird if I kiss you right now?
( Genuine question. He can't decide. Is Ginger comfortable with it? ... A kiss is easier on his lips than words. )
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His instinct knows it's Ginger before his mind puts a label to it, turning to look back and finding an fresh face, but familiar features. Of course he'd know his own heart.
But there is - a pause, that follows his recognition. When Mika says he sees Ginger for Ginger, he really does mean it, for better or worse - Ginger, in his mind's eye, is comprised of his thoughts and his words and his gestures, and not so much his surface. Picking out what's shifted in his beloved's and finding what's new - what he can't help but love, too, because how could he hate any expression of Ginger, in any form? - he finds... by necessity, his attention drawn to that same surface he's taken perhaps for granted. )
... You did.
( A bit of a lame answer, because he's pulling himself out of his thoughts.
He gently lays his hands on Ginger's arms crossed over his chest. Ginger's limbs are way more slender like this, huh... and he can definitely feel how much softer his chest is. )
... You look... really good.
( Weird for Mika - he kinda wants to see all of him. Is pretty the right word? It feels almost not enough. "Gorgeous" and "beautiful" feel so unnatural to his vocabulary, though - almost pretentious and fake, from his lips. )
... Is it weird if I kiss you right now?
( Genuine question. He can't decide. Is Ginger comfortable with it? ... A kiss is easier on his lips than words. )