[oh...the desire to support Karin has completely arrested both the drummer's thoughts and feeling up until now, allowing him to act without the usual hesitation that being so forward would bring. but when his friend takes his hand like that, something about the gesture - he's suddenly very keenly aware that she's a girl and that she is very very close right now in every way possible.
his posture doesn't shift at all (he doesn't even tense up, sweet thing) but there is absolutely a crimson blush spreading across his face like wildfire now. shit...but he still squeezes the bottom hand holding his in return, as gently as ever. he just hopes she doesn't really look up right now.]
'Course I trust you. We're friends.
[and friends could rely on one another, tell each other anything. that's something he knows deep in his heart with unshakeable certainty, despite having only cultivate a small handful of friends for himself in recent years.]
But, um...you think that's something I gotta work on? Telling myself nice things, I mean.
[he trusts her, and he absolutely trusts her opinion, but at the same time it's a bit of a daunting thing to contemplate. it was easier to talk kindly about his drumming, but that would only take him so far...he'd run out of compliments in a month. while she hadn't phrased it that way, he can't help but think - would Karin stop telling herself the truth if he stopped that? it's not something he wants, not in a million years.]
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his posture doesn't shift at all (he doesn't even tense up, sweet thing) but there is absolutely a crimson blush spreading across his face like wildfire now. shit...but he still squeezes the bottom hand holding his in return, as gently as ever. he just hopes she doesn't really look up right now.]
'Course I trust you. We're friends.
[and friends could rely on one another, tell each other anything. that's something he knows deep in his heart with unshakeable certainty, despite having only cultivate a small handful of friends for himself in recent years.]
But, um...you think that's something I gotta work on? Telling myself nice things, I mean.
[he trusts her, and he absolutely trusts her opinion, but at the same time it's a bit of a daunting thing to contemplate. it was easier to talk kindly about his drumming, but that would only take him so far...he'd run out of compliments in a month. while she hadn't phrased it that way, he can't help but think - would Karin stop telling herself the truth if he stopped that? it's not something he wants, not in a million years.]