[-- and just like that, an omamori is slipped on over his head and tucked dutifully into the folds of his shirt. the looming presence draws back, and Edamura is left blinking, staring with features slack, brows knitted, mouth slightly parted]
[?????
[(why is his heart still beating so fast?)]
[. . . either way, after the moment of bemusement passes, he lifts a hand to lay his palm against his chest, right over where the omamori sits hidden underneath a layer of clothing. there's a part of him-- the loud, defensive, high strung part-- that wants to shove a hand into Rom's face. payback for startling him so much! but another part of him-- the part that can now appreciate how important a gesture this is after their conversation the other night-- . . . really doesn't]
no subject
[?????
[(why is his heart still beating so fast?)]
[. . . either way, after the moment of bemusement passes, he lifts a hand to lay his palm against his chest, right over where the omamori sits hidden underneath a layer of clothing. there's a part of him-- the loud, defensive, high strung part-- that wants to shove a hand into Rom's face. payback for startling him so much! but another part of him-- the part that can now appreciate how important a gesture this is after their conversation the other night-- . . . really doesn't]
[that's the part that wins out]
Oh.
[. . . . . ]
[wait. he can't just say "oh" and leave it there]
. . . t-- thanks.
[awkward and confused, but genuine??]