❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
What were they talking about? Yes... they were talking about family weren’t they. He heard Akira going on and on about his own family, all while he sat silent as per. He listened to every word he said, quietly and politely. While it may have seemed like he was disinterested, on that laptop of his working the day away, truly it was quite the opposite. He hung on every word his companion said, everything he had to speak, if it was him saying it than he would listen. It could be the most mundane things, or it could be the most extravagant tale, regardless of what it was he was there.
The request came after Ryo talked a bit about his family. A bit was an overstatement. He had no family to talk of. He had no parents. No siblings. No relatives. He hardly remembered his child as it was. He was completely alone save for Jenny and Akira. And yet out of the two of them, it was always the devilman who wanted affection. It was always him that was touch starved. Perhaps you can’t be starved of something you’ve never had?
The quiet ‘pop’ of the laptop closing as Ryo moved it to the table. He took the others face into his hands before guiding him to put his head in his lap. “You’re so tall, I can’t reach with you sitting up like that.” He stated, his voice softer than normal. His heart pounding in his chest, a warm drum beat that brought a dusty pink blush to his face. His fingers began to run through those black strands. His hair was... different. It wasn’t coarse per say, but it wasn’t necessarily super soft. But at the same time it was pleasant to the touch, satisfying almost.
He ran his fingers through those dark locks, grazing against his scalp all the while, long fingernails scratching gently without leaving any mark or damage. Tantalizing touch, filled with love and compassion, with very little true sign that those were his emotions. “How does that feel?” He asked, a faint upturn to his lips almost as though... he was smiling.
