[Perhaps, if he pulls away quickly enough, Aoba won't notice that the skin color's not the only abnormal thing he has going on. He can feel the heat of a blush, splashing across his cheeks in a vivid indigo color and creeping down toward his neck. This isn't the first time someone's stared at him, but it always seems to earn the same sheepish sort of response.]
I'm sorry you're stressed.
[Not that he has a reason to apologize — he hasn't done anything wrong — though it seems like the most normal answer.
Kurt's iridescent eyes focus on Aoba's hand for a moment, brow furrowing with contemplation before he finally decides screw it and reaches out with the same limb he'd used to move the plate, taking hold of the other male's hand to shake. It grips like normal, but upon closer inspection, he only has a thumb and two fingers.
And that's not even the weirdest thing about him.] Nice to meet you, Aoba, [he says, lips slightly quirked.] My name's Kurt.
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I'm sorry you're stressed.
[Not that he has a reason to apologize — he hasn't done anything wrong — though it seems like the most normal answer.
Kurt's iridescent eyes focus on Aoba's hand for a moment, brow furrowing with contemplation before he finally decides screw it and reaches out with the same limb he'd used to move the plate, taking hold of the other male's hand to shake. It grips like normal, but upon closer inspection, he only has a thumb and two fingers.
And that's not even the weirdest thing about him.] Nice to meet you, Aoba, [he says, lips slightly quirked.] My name's Kurt.