[He's working on his notes when she comes back in, cross-legged in his bed with paper strewn everywhere and a pencil to tap against his lips. When he looks up, the motion--all motion--stops. He's not even breathing. His gaze take a long, slow, obvious trip up from her ankles, following the curved lines of her legs until they hit lace.
Then the pencil tumbles from his frozen fingers and he gulps, sitting up straighter among rustling paper and bedsheets.]
R--
[His voice is almost a squeak. He inhales and clears his throat, still wide-eyed and now turning a shade of lightish red to match the under-layer of her babydoll. The second time he tries, his voice comes out much lower, startled and flustered and--and needy.]
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Then the pencil tumbles from his frozen fingers and he gulps, sitting up straighter among rustling paper and bedsheets.]
R--
[His voice is almost a squeak. He inhales and clears his throat, still wide-eyed and now turning a shade of lightish red to match the under-layer of her babydoll. The second time he tries, his voice comes out much lower, startled and flustered and--and needy.]
Rii-san.
[Hellooooo, nurse.]