Obviously. I meant that you should use your imagination and put yourself in his place rather than worry about me.
[ his wife is such a smartass... though, riddle has to say, he would probably just sock the creepy old weird vampire man in the face if he got too close? and imagines kaiser would do something similar if he was in isekai'd into thomas' life right now?
well, it doesn't matter. riddle can barely pay attention when he's working his hardest to try and steady his heartbeat. his chocolate abomination and the most delicious parfait in the world are the furthest things from his mind, leaving him wondering if he appears sick or nauseous. despite the anguish it's causing him though, riddle doesn't make any moves to scoot away, instead putting on a frown and trying to remain strong. ]
It most certainly isn't a stomachache. From where I was sitting, it felt as if I was sinking between the cushions. They're almost too soft.
[ kaiser having a genteel wife? that would never happen, he can't relate at all. also, yeah, kaiser would not easily tolerate alla this from an ugly old man. gross! a hot old man, that might be different, but that is not relevant at the moment— ]
Ahh... [ kaiser hadn't thought about this angle. ] Are the pillows any stiffer?
[ with that, he'll reach right over riddle — blocking his view temporarily, truly a sin of movie-watching, and coming awfully close to smothering riddle into the sofa in his attempt to grab some of the pillows stacked at the corner of the sofa— ]
[ something something riddle letting noel noa cannibalize him if he was a decrepit vampire. that's not important right now. what is important is the fact his view of the movie is being obscured (and during an incredibly tense scene no less!) by six feet of jacked german goodness.
and let it be said that riddle loathes to admit that it is indeed goodness. avoiding pictures and videos where kaiser is either shirtless or wearing insane nonsense like lederhosen that leaves an impressive amount of leg visible is honestly a full-time job, but guess who does it? riddle! riddle does! because he knows there is a line in this friendship he must not cross under any circumstances, or it will make existing in kaiser's presence 1000% harder. as long as it's difficult to imagine anything untoward, riddle is confident he can survive this constant emotional rollercoaster.
or rather, he was confident, but just like that, all his dedication gets flushed down the toilet... kaiser is practically on top of him? he could absolutely swing his leg over him and straddle him if he wanted to? and he's so close, riddle doesn't know whether to stare at his gorgeous face or his perfect jawline or that tattoo peeking out from above his collar. ]
Ggh...! What are you doing?! I'll grab them myself, there's no need for all this!
[ riddle tries pointedly looking to and fro, and ends up trying to escape by leaning to the side, away from the jolly blue giant's body and in the direction he's reaching for. all he manages to do is sidle over an inch or two before the combination of the larger body above him and the overly yielding cushions beneath him end with riddle on his back.
well, at least he isn't sinking into the couch now? he's just rose-red and frozen, suddenly keen to give up on grabbing for the stupid pillows. ]
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Obviously. I meant that you should use your imagination and put yourself in his place rather than worry about me.
[ his wife is such a smartass... though, riddle has to say, he would probably just sock the creepy old weird vampire man in the face if he got too close? and imagines kaiser would do something similar if he was in isekai'd into thomas' life right now?
well, it doesn't matter. riddle can barely pay attention when he's working his hardest to try and steady his heartbeat. his chocolate abomination and the most delicious parfait in the world are the furthest things from his mind, leaving him wondering if he appears sick or nauseous. despite the anguish it's causing him though, riddle doesn't make any moves to scoot away, instead putting on a frown and trying to remain strong. ]
It most certainly isn't a stomachache. From where I was sitting, it felt as if I was sinking between the cushions. They're almost too soft.
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[ kaiser having a genteel wife? that would never happen, he can't relate at all. also, yeah, kaiser would not easily tolerate alla this from an ugly old man. gross! a hot old man, that might be different, but that is not relevant at the moment— ]
Ahh... [ kaiser hadn't thought about this angle. ] Are the pillows any stiffer?
[ with that, he'll reach right over riddle — blocking his view temporarily, truly a sin of movie-watching, and coming awfully close to smothering riddle into the sofa in his attempt to grab some of the pillows stacked at the corner of the sofa— ]
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and let it be said that riddle loathes to admit that it is indeed goodness. avoiding pictures and videos where kaiser is either shirtless or wearing insane nonsense like lederhosen that leaves an impressive amount of leg visible is honestly a full-time job, but guess who does it? riddle! riddle does! because he knows there is a line in this friendship he must not cross under any circumstances, or it will make existing in kaiser's presence 1000% harder. as long as it's difficult to imagine anything untoward, riddle is confident he can survive this constant emotional rollercoaster.
or rather, he was confident, but just like that, all his dedication gets flushed down the toilet... kaiser is practically on top of him? he could absolutely swing his leg over him and straddle him if he wanted to? and he's so close, riddle doesn't know whether to stare at his gorgeous face or his perfect jawline or that tattoo peeking out from above his collar. ]
Ggh...! What are you doing?! I'll grab them myself, there's no need for all this!
[ riddle tries pointedly looking to and fro, and ends up trying to escape by leaning to the side, away from the jolly blue giant's body and in the direction he's reaching for. all he manages to do is sidle over an inch or two before the combination of the larger body above him and the overly yielding cushions beneath him end with riddle on his back.
well, at least he isn't sinking into the couch now? he's just rose-red and frozen, suddenly keen to give up on grabbing for the stupid pillows. ]