[The sprawl is definitely noticed, and Komaeda is definitely allowing himself to look—but only up until he realizes that, oh, Atem is watching him indulge in this scene. That... is not something he's used to it. He's always known the guy to be confident and comfortable with himself, but something like this? It feels almost taboo, what with the feelings that stir his insides into a fluttering not unlike butterfly wings. This sort of thing, rather than corrupting, might simply be dangerous.
Komaeda laughs, but the sound of it is awkward, one that he swallows around—and suddenly he's averting his gaze to the grass, rather than meeting those intense, red eyes. It's the middle of winter, but he suddenly feels much too warm. Oh, right, that's just the blush that's coloring his face, down to his shoulders.]
I'd happily let you corrupt me, Atem-kun.
[It may be a flirtatious response, but it's earnest in every way. Still, he feels like this situation is probably too tempting. Komaeda quickly tucks a piece of his hair back behind an ear-wing and pushes himself up to standing again. They came here with a purpose!!! Time to stop flirting, because he knows they can't do anything about it, and time to start flying!
Komaeda clears his throat, and unfurls his white and black wings from his back.]
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Komaeda laughs, but the sound of it is awkward, one that he swallows around—and suddenly he's averting his gaze to the grass, rather than meeting those intense, red eyes. It's the middle of winter, but he suddenly feels much too warm. Oh, right, that's just the blush that's coloring his face, down to his shoulders.]
I'd happily let you corrupt me, Atem-kun.
[It may be a flirtatious response, but it's earnest in every way. Still, he feels like this situation is probably too tempting. Komaeda quickly tucks a piece of his hair back behind an ear-wing and pushes himself up to standing again. They came here with a purpose!!! Time to stop flirting, because he knows they can't do anything about it, and time to start flying!
Komaeda clears his throat, and unfurls his white and black wings from his back.]
Are you ready to teach me how to fly?