( He prefers that Ginger is this close - claustrophobic, the rest of the world cut off (they don't need them, anyway), Ginger's broad shadow cast over him in this corner. It reminds him Ginger hasn't yet tired of him.
His eyes find their way to Ginger's own, and he finds them big and oblivious and silly as always - so endearing, it's hard to comprehend how no one here has taken him away for themselves.
But it's because Ginger's intent is pure in his gaze and apparent on his lips, Mika doesn't want to sound accusatory. Ah; maybe he should just hold his tongue, send him on his way. Mika's the one being... excessive.
Gently, he... lays his palms along Ginger's upper arms. )
... Would you make a pact with him if it'd help?
( No specifics. Ginger knows what he means. "Help" is terribly vague; it takes on any shape Ginger needs it to. Would you make a pact with Solomon if it provided some benefit you wanted? is really what it boils down to. )
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His eyes find their way to Ginger's own, and he finds them big and oblivious and silly as always - so endearing, it's hard to comprehend how no one here has taken him away for themselves.
But it's because Ginger's intent is pure in his gaze and apparent on his lips, Mika doesn't want to sound accusatory. Ah; maybe he should just hold his tongue, send him on his way. Mika's the one being... excessive.
Gently, he... lays his palms along Ginger's upper arms. )
... Would you make a pact with him if it'd help?
( No specifics. Ginger knows what he means. "Help" is terribly vague; it takes on any shape Ginger needs it to. Would you make a pact with Solomon if it provided some benefit you wanted? is really what it boils down to. )