Well, nobody can say he didn't try doing so, but with very little luck, it seems. He doesn't have to see Itto reaching for his arm to sense it; he notes the motion, swallows hard and clenches his fist against his back, but he doesn't flinch or jerk away, just stays still whenever Itto's hand comes closer, closer . . .
“Their bodies were never recovered, so what did you assume people might say about you?” It's not often victims emerged alive, after all, and with no remains to be found anywhere, of course individuals would assume the worst and spread fear throughout the town. “And I've heard both; some say you are hideous, whereas others say not so much, yet they all agree on one thing: you are feared.” Not by everyone, evidently, himself included. (Sure, he's anxious, but that's a different feeling altogether right now.) They're having a somewhat polite conversation, subject aside, and he thinks maybe the circumstances could be different—
Right up until Itto's hand actually takes hold of his and the oni leans down to kiss him. Both that and the scrape of fangs surprise him, it's the former making Sizhui's fingers twitch, his breath hitching at such an intimate gesture while he shifts the arm in an attempt to bring it to his side, finally accepting the latter could prove threatening.
His heartbeat skips a second time when the man's warm breath falls across his neck, brow furrowing with consternation as he's tugged against Itto's body, prompting him to shift his free arm, the still-sheathed sword tucking in-between them, not exactly a threat but definitely an impediment if Itto tries moving even closer. “Seduce you? Is that what you're expecting?” To think, Itto's looking forward to something like that from someone like him, of all people? How presumptuous of him, it almost makes Sizhui want to laugh. (‘Almost’ being the keyword here.) “They say... you have murdered almost everyone who has come to your door.”
clearly has to go the polite route first but w e l p
“Their bodies were never recovered, so what did you assume people might say about you?” It's not often victims emerged alive, after all, and with no remains to be found anywhere, of course individuals would assume the worst and spread fear throughout the town. “And I've heard both; some say you are hideous, whereas others say not so much, yet they all agree on one thing: you are feared.” Not by everyone, evidently, himself included. (Sure, he's anxious, but that's a different feeling altogether right now.) They're having a somewhat polite conversation, subject aside, and he thinks maybe the circumstances could be different—
Right up until Itto's hand actually takes hold of his and the oni leans down to kiss him. Both that and the scrape of fangs surprise him, it's the former making Sizhui's fingers twitch, his breath hitching at such an intimate gesture while he shifts the arm in an attempt to bring it to his side, finally accepting the latter could prove threatening.
His heartbeat skips a second time when the man's warm breath falls across his neck, brow furrowing with consternation as he's tugged against Itto's body, prompting him to shift his free arm, the still-sheathed sword tucking in-between them, not exactly a threat but definitely an impediment if Itto tries moving even closer. “Seduce you? Is that what you're expecting?” To think, Itto's looking forward to something like that from someone like him, of all people? How presumptuous of him, it almost makes Sizhui want to laugh. (‘Almost’ being the keyword here.) “They say... you have murdered almost everyone who has come to your door.”