[ Jing Yuan speaks, and the hue in Tatara's expression shifts slightly. He goes from irresponsible 22-year-old to sage—a calm colors his eyes, and he listens, attentive. His own leader, in his past life, wasn't really the sort to take charge, so he thinks about Kusanagi-san, and it kind of makes sense. But they had smartphones and texting and Tatara doesn't know if he'd be able to dissimenate that information with the same speed.
Still, he takes the advice with stride, and nods firmly several times. Noted. He is trying, and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his wizards. Maybe it's the way the gold of Jing Yuan's eyes hold his attention, he doesn't acknowledge the advice with a flippant "I know, I know," like he would have anyone else.
He would say something, if his mouth weren't full.
He isn't expecting Jing Yuan's hand to come over his, though he doesn't do much beside let his gaze drop to the touch. Being a (literal) human battery has forced him to get used to the contact, and he finds he doesn't really mind it so much. Especially since. well—
His gaze flits back up to his when he hears his name—
And he really isn't expecting Jing Yuan to slip from the couch, to get to one knee. ]
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[ Tatara's face burns when Jing Yuan's lips meet his hand, and he's as red as the mane of his beloved king. His lips part in surprise, but he makes no noise. ]
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Still, he takes the advice with stride, and nods firmly several times. Noted. He is trying, and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his wizards. Maybe it's the way the gold of Jing Yuan's eyes hold his attention, he doesn't acknowledge the advice with a flippant "I know, I know," like he would have anyone else.
He would say something, if his mouth weren't full.
He isn't expecting Jing Yuan's hand to come over his, though he doesn't do much beside let his gaze drop to the touch. Being a (literal) human battery has forced him to get used to the contact, and he finds he doesn't really mind it so much. Especially since. well—
His gaze flits back up to his when he hears his name—
And he really isn't expecting Jing Yuan to slip from the couch, to get to one knee. ]
...
[ Tatara's face burns when Jing Yuan's lips meet his hand, and he's as red as the mane of his beloved king. His lips part in surprise, but he makes no noise. ]