[ He is that type of guy, unfortunately. Toji isn’t sure where he was going to go, considering he was assigned to this room with Ishmael, but old habits die hard and he is so accustomed to just leaving. He doesn’t expect a thank you, though, even though he knows she needed all of that. So when Ishmael speaks, he exhales a slow breath, expression unreadable instead of carrying its usual smirk. “The sex was great” or “that was amazing” is used to what he is hearing if anything at all; just hearing a thank you is new to him.
He stands to his feet wordlessly and opens the door heading out, disappearing for now, but it doesn’t take him long to come back inside the same room, this time with two bottles of water. He sets them both on the night stand next to their bed and also has a small towel to which, perhaps much to Ishmael’s surprise, he uses to clean the mess off of her body. Maybe he was touched she was being so pleasant to him just now and that’s what is keeping him around. He isn’t used to anyone being pleasant towards him at all. ]
If you fucked around more regularly, you wouldn’t feel so wound up.
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He stands to his feet wordlessly and opens the door heading out, disappearing for now, but it doesn’t take him long to come back inside the same room, this time with two bottles of water. He sets them both on the night stand next to their bed and also has a small towel to which, perhaps much to Ishmael’s surprise, he uses to clean the mess off of her body. Maybe he was touched she was being so pleasant to him just now and that’s what is keeping him around. He isn’t used to anyone being pleasant towards him at all. ]
If you fucked around more regularly, you wouldn’t feel so wound up.
[ Oh. The smug expression reappears. ]