[ Gojo lets his hand be pulled up, lets their fingers be wound together. Choso's words don't make sense to him: it sounds like a rejection, that he'll be left wondering what sex would be like with Choso, and yet Choso's linking their hands instead of pushing him away. Not a rejection, then, a deferral? The implication being that he'll get tired of trying before he succeeds? That seems unlikely. Even at his most distractible, he's pretty sure it isn't going to take him all that long to succeed, and Choso's got his attention pretty securely fixated.
Instead of puzzling over the statement, Gojo decides to ... just ignore it. He marks it as unimportant and discards it from his mind. There are better things to focus on. Like, ]
What makes you think you can call me Satoru? [ It's not a proscription, though. Brickston had recently called him Satoru, incorrectly guessing which part of his name to use, and Gojo had snapped a correction at him. He's tolerating this from Choso, for now. Choso's testing him, and Gojo's too intrigued to put a stop to it.
He folds his fingers around Choso's hand, accepting that they're just going to be holding hands right now. (He still has another hand free to get into mischief, and he has a new idea for that.)
Shifting to straddle Choso's lap, Gojo sits up a little, smirking down at him. ] Right, you wanted to learn about tickling, didn't you?
[ His free hand jabs in to tickle at Choso's side in order to provide that lesson. He expects to have this hand captured promptly, too, and intends to allow that to happen readily enough. Only a brief tickling demonstration is necessary, after all. ]
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Instead of puzzling over the statement, Gojo decides to ... just ignore it. He marks it as unimportant and discards it from his mind. There are better things to focus on. Like, ]
What makes you think you can call me Satoru? [ It's not a proscription, though. Brickston had recently called him Satoru, incorrectly guessing which part of his name to use, and Gojo had snapped a correction at him. He's tolerating this from Choso, for now. Choso's testing him, and Gojo's too intrigued to put a stop to it.
He folds his fingers around Choso's hand, accepting that they're just going to be holding hands right now. (He still has another hand free to get into mischief, and he has a new idea for that.)
Shifting to straddle Choso's lap, Gojo sits up a little, smirking down at him. ] Right, you wanted to learn about tickling, didn't you?
[ His free hand jabs in to tickle at Choso's side in order to provide that lesson. He expects to have this hand captured promptly, too, and intends to allow that to happen readily enough. Only a brief tickling demonstration is necessary, after all. ]