[ So his suspicions had been correct after all. Afonos had already figured he'd hit the nail on the head previously, and now he wished he'd been wrong. It's no secret that Afo is the serious yet completely awkward one of the trio, with much less of a firm hold on himself than the other two heads. That strange social anxiety often came off as anger and/or rudeness(and sometimes he purposefully blared those emotions depending on the person or situation), but really he just----felt a little cornered when he shouldn't and badgered when he is not. It's a horrible trait and he blames himself for it 24/7. ]
           [ These parts of him are showing off more right now than Afonos would like. He's uncomfortable and internally flustered, but---Aka can't always be expected to be the 'grown up', now can he? Inhaling deeply, Afo shakes his head, expression softening slightly. ]
âNo, Mato, it's-----not bad at all. Quite natural, actually,â [ he begins, proud of himself for keeping his voice nice and straight. Time to be the big brother. Afonos silently crouches down, carefully seating himself Indian-style on the ground; a hand tapped at his lap as he says, ] âSit right here, will you?â [ Now, there's a few ways to go about this. Hopefully he ends up choosing the less....er----horribly invasive one. ]
âThis is nothing you should worry about, but you need to get rid of it.â [ Inhale, exhale. 'Good thing I'm already in "hell", right....?' ]Â âYou can do it by yourself, but....it's more effective if--------..Well, I'm going to help you. Alright? Just relax and...don't freak out on me, got it?â [ Keeping his reddish gaze downward-because fuck was it difficult to make eye contact-, Afo slid his hand between Mato's legs and lightly pressed his palm into his brother's clothed crotch, giving the area an experimental stroke. Fire burned behind his cheeks and rib cage, making it hard to suppress his shaking; but the hellhound managed well enough. ]âLean against me if you need to..â [ he tells Mato quietly. ]
