[Action] - Slip of the tongue
Something had been bothering Willem all evening, that much Kiku could tell. But he'd shrugged it off as nothing when questioned, putting on a pleasant face and pretending that nothing was on his mind. And while Kiku appreciated that Willem was making the effort, a silly little selfish part of him wished that he didn't feel he had to.
He'd let it slide, though. Until about halfway through dinner, when the little voice in the back of his head reminded him that he had a pretty surefire way to check and see if something was really bothering his boyfriend. Concentrating far more on reading the thin lines of color that moved across Willem's outline in little pulsing waves, he forgot to pay attention to other important details. Like the fact that he was point blank staring at the blonde from the other side of the table. And that he in fact, did not know how long he had been doing so. Willem had asked what was wrong, and if he possibly had something on his face. Stammering, shocked out of his trance-like state, Kiku tried his best to come up with a flailing excuse.
"I just thought that perhaps you looked gold--COLD. I thought you looked a little COLD!" Practically leaping away from the table, he shuffled and half stumbled to the doorway. "I-I'll just grab a blanket. Yes. A blanket. For being cold."
He'd let it slide, though. Until about halfway through dinner, when the little voice in the back of his head reminded him that he had a pretty surefire way to check and see if something was really bothering his boyfriend. Concentrating far more on reading the thin lines of color that moved across Willem's outline in little pulsing waves, he forgot to pay attention to other important details. Like the fact that he was point blank staring at the blonde from the other side of the table. And that he in fact, did not know how long he had been doing so. Willem had asked what was wrong, and if he possibly had something on his face. Stammering, shocked out of his trance-like state, Kiku tried his best to come up with a flailing excuse.
"I just thought that perhaps you looked gold--COLD. I thought you looked a little COLD!" Practically leaping away from the table, he shuffled and half stumbled to the doorway. "I-I'll just grab a blanket. Yes. A blanket. For being cold."