[ Oh, it happened alright. Tamaki hadn't caught the reaction as something suggestive from the get-go. As soon as he saw her grasp the countertop, the first thought that crossed through his head was that he hurt her, somehow. His reflexes kick in and he's quick enough to let go of the water boiler, but his rescue is cut short by those tendrils wrapping around him and keeping him perfectly bound. The sound that slipped out of Tamaki's lips as he was constricted may not have been of the same nature, but it was just as shrill and shocked.
So, duly noted that they were supposed to be off limits. Takane's chance to recover gave him a chance to replay the scene in his head, and once the monkey starts playing cymbals inside his head, his own face flushes a deep, definitely not-feverish-red.
Their eyes meet only briefly when Takane turns to him. In this case, Tamaki should've known better. But not having extensive knowledge of mooncycles and even less of ones other than his own, his only choice here is to swallow thickly, and own up to his actions. ]
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So, duly noted that they were supposed to be off limits. Takane's chance to recover gave him a chance to replay the scene in his head, and once the monkey starts playing cymbals inside his head, his own face flushes a deep, definitely not-feverish-red.
Their eyes meet only briefly when Takane turns to him. In this case, Tamaki should've known better. But not having extensive knowledge of mooncycles and even less of ones other than his own, his only choice here is to swallow thickly, and own up to his actions. ]
....sorry.