[Natsume's always been on the sensitive side -- both emotionally and as far as senses go. He seems to be able to hear or smell things others can't, pick up on the most subtle changes in another's scent or demeanor. He can tell the second Junpei's caution drops, just slightly, when the wary mistrust turns to something softer. Something like hope.
The omega was beautiful before, but in a detached kind of way, like a glittering toy -- meant to be used and cast aside. The hopefulness makes him compelling in a different way, and Natsume's chest goes tight and painful. That's the first sign that he's already in way too deep.
He covers it with an easy smile, keeping their hands entwined.] Okay. So. What's your first name?
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The omega was beautiful before, but in a detached kind of way, like a glittering toy -- meant to be used and cast aside. The hopefulness makes him compelling in a different way, and Natsume's chest goes tight and painful. That's the first sign that he's already in way too deep.
He covers it with an easy smile, keeping their hands entwined.] Okay. So. What's your first name?