[the moment there are fingers against his skin, he finds himself leaning eagerly into the touch... because grabbing at his own face still involves a single brain, orchestrating his movements and piecing everything together.
but his brain doesn't know what to do with this foreign input, data half-scrambled with another language, so it sits back and lets the other man fill his skin with traces of soft buzzing and quiet fireworks.
it's almost cute, until he gets called out. that makes him laugh again, cackling through a lopsided grin.]
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but his brain doesn't know what to do with this foreign input, data half-scrambled with another language, so it sits back and lets the other man fill his skin with traces of soft buzzing and quiet fireworks.
it's almost cute, until he gets called out. that makes him laugh again, cackling through a lopsided grin.]
So it does.