Woah woah woah, okay, maybe Aoba should have expected a riposte like that, except he was dumb and he hadn't. That was a full-scale upgrade from compliments to just his hair. Somehow Aoba managed to turn his surprise into a splutter that sounded closer to a laugh than anything else, grinning self-consciously as color surged into his cheeks.
So if you're a watercolor painting and he likes watercolor paintings, that's big guy speak for 'I like you', right?? demanded that background voice, which only embarrassed him several degrees more.
You don't like people the same way you like watercolor paintings, was his own retort, further delaying an outward reply.
"That's-" Faltering. "A-As long as you don't leave off the part about me being a man," was what he somehow wound up with, as if embarrassing memories might somehow be better than an embarrassing present. "I've had people compare me to a woman way too many times in the past already."
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So if you're a watercolor painting and he likes watercolor paintings, that's big guy speak for 'I like you', right?? demanded that background voice, which only embarrassed him several degrees more.
You don't like people the same way you like watercolor paintings, was his own retort, further delaying an outward reply.
"That's-" Faltering. "A-As long as you don't leave off the part about me being a man," was what he somehow wound up with, as if embarrassing memories might somehow be better than an embarrassing present. "I've had people compare me to a woman way too many times in the past already."