[Fuuma's deliberate touch that time gets even more of a reaction than the accidental brush of his hands before, a faint burst of magic that reflects on the scales where he to touches like they changed colors briefly. Kamui has to swallow to control it, and can't understand himself when he immediately misses the feel of it when he pulls back, pulls away.]
[.... ffffffffffffff.] Hmm.
[Overwhelmed, he just kinda hangs his head a moment, breathing heavily as he forces down the overflow of his magic, watching Fuuma through messy bangs before he kind of has to look away. Calm down. Damn.]