#rifp...

“ thyou hokay ? ” he questions with a mouthful of food, eyeing the stranger up and down for any signs of injury. they seemed to have an odd gait to their walk and looked rather sickly, if going by appearance --- which was more noticeable as Seth stepped closer. he clears his throat after swallowing his food down, poking a straw into his milk carton where he holds it up to the other’s eye level.

          physical contact starters

   wormy is in the kitchen cutting vegetables for whatever dinner they were preparing with a pair of headphones in-- their music loud enough for others in the room to hear. it was different, since they usually just opted for using a speaker while they were cooking. they’re very focused on what they’re doing (their dilated pupils may be an indicator to why they’re so concentrated on this small task) and don’t turn to see coin when she comes in. 

       when she touches their upper arm to get their attention, the angel isn’t even conscious of how hot their skin is to the touch until even they see the skin light up just before coin pulls her fingers away. their best guess was that it must have felt like touching a stove that was still cooling down. 

   they take their headphones out and place them on the counter, quickly turning back to hold out a hand to coin. her question makes their hand drop back down to their side quickly, their shoulders slumping as they lean back until the small of their back touches the counter they had just been facing. it may not be something detectable on their face since wormwood doesn’t feel it that often, but that question did hurt. 

       their primordial instincts urge them to lie and say yes just to get back at her for the question, but the star takes a breath instead. they know better now. mostly.