[His eyes flicker up to his face, and there's actually a little heat in his own expression this time, enjoying the way Oikawa's strings are plucked as he tests what he's learnt here.
But he doesn't give him what he wants yet, instead sliding his hand over to his side, palm stretching out over his ribs.]
Costal. [It's quieter now too, caught up in the way Oikawa holds himself back. His hand shifts in again, resting over his bellybutton, keeping him warm.] Umbilicus.
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Date: 2015-08-07 08:34 am (UTC)But he doesn't give him what he wants yet, instead sliding his hand over to his side, palm stretching out over his ribs.]
Costal. [It's quieter now too, caught up in the way Oikawa holds himself back. His hand shifts in again, resting over his bellybutton, keeping him warm.] Umbilicus.