[Muraki feels a chuckle swell in his throat like a small bubble as he watches him react like a child caught in the act of trying to find their birthday presents too early. But there's no chance of that amusement reaching his features when Tsuzuki swears his heart almost stopped. And his mind chimes in tastelessly with, "That would be a feat. You're already dead."
He blinks, stamps this thought into the ground and narrows his focus on reality.]
My apologies. Next time I will knock before entering my office. [There is a shard of warmth embedded in his voice before he enters the room. In order to drape his coat over his chair, he has to pass Tsuzuki. Conflicting dreams or no, he doesn't avoid him--it's not his nature to shrink--so he grazes against him with the blade of his hip. Their hands may have even brushed.]
It's not important--or anything to apologize over. [Setting his coat aside, he turns and notes the opened box of chocolates on the table.] ...Were they to your liking?
[Action] <3333333 I can't wait to see that log. X3
He blinks, stamps this thought into the ground and narrows his focus on reality.]
My apologies. Next time I will knock before entering my office. [There is a shard of warmth embedded in his voice before he enters the room. In order to drape his coat over his chair, he has to pass Tsuzuki. Conflicting dreams or no, he doesn't avoid him--it's not his nature to shrink--so he grazes against him with the blade of his hip. Their hands may have even brushed.]
It's not important--or anything to apologize over. [Setting his coat aside, he turns and notes the opened box of chocolates on the table.] ...Were they to your liking?