Hah? *Ikenna oh so eloquently sounds, giving another blink of his red eyes. Realization settles upon him—more like slams into him, his expression reflecting this fact, no longer tired and content, but wide eyed and lips vaguely parted. He’s at one of those rare—or perhaps not so rare—loss for words.
Had he really been so utterly fucking careless? Really.
... Of course, it’s difficult to focus too heavily on how much of a ridiculous hormonal teenager he apparently is when taking in that soft, sheepish smile of Kailas’s, apologetic and—well. Adorable. Utterly adorable. It sets him at ease, calming that momentary wave of self-disgust bordering on panic.* ... careful, isn’t really.... I know that’s not a problem. *Ikenna finally manages, a faint, sheepish smile of his own gracing his lips. * You... ah. Really, that isn’t necessary, Kaichii. I can do it... *he attempts, hand reaching forward, resting gently at Kailas’s own.*