[Holy shit! He said yes! Or just barely managed to get it out... It is a huge comfort to see that Yukimura's just as flustered as he is, because even at that he can feel his stomach drop in that anxious, giddy way it might before a rollercoaster drops.
He grips Yukimura's thighs to pull himself up, glancing around eagerly. He brushes his messy hair away from his eye.]
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He grips Yukimura's thighs to pull himself up, glancing around eagerly. He brushes his messy hair away from his eye.]
So- where do you want me, then?