[How can anything be afraid of you? There's a lot to counter that with. Keats has never seen what a ghost really looks like. He's never seen them appear from seemingly nothing, or possess something, or attack someone. They're... Well. They're awfully spooky. At least, they are to everyone else.
He's on the verge of explaining this when he realizes the hands that are holding him are quaking. As is Keats' voice... And that smile, that painfully fake smile...
A small burst of static leaves his core, leaving tingles on the other man's skin. It's the closest thing he has to a reassuring touch without any hands of his own.]
you desperately want to kiss me, yes, i know. you have my permission. i'm very hard to resist.
[He's kidding. Look at him. He's a dang metal heart.
Anyway.]
...are you alright? [Ha...] you look like you've seen a ghost.
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He's on the verge of explaining this when he realizes the hands that are holding him are quaking. As is Keats' voice... And that smile, that painfully fake smile...
A small burst of static leaves his core, leaving tingles on the other man's skin. It's the closest thing he has to a reassuring touch without any hands of his own.]
you desperately want to kiss me, yes, i know. you have my permission. i'm very hard to resist.
[He's kidding. Look at him. He's a dang metal heart.
Anyway.]
...are you alright? [Ha...] you look like you've seen a ghost.