[ The part of Mizuki's that's completely obsessed with psychology wants to poke holes in Add's logic, and wants to point out that this sounds very objectifying of him rather than considering him as his own person. That very same part of him also wants to point out he's pretty sure he knows way more about romance because he's played such otome hits like End up with my Sweetheart and You're Dead?! and I Want to Unify the Kingdom But My Lover is Too Misunderstood.
But that part of Mizuki is so incredibly small compared to the loyal part of him. He can ignore his psychology obsessed part because he's always had to adapt to those around him, anyway. But more than that, because he genuinely believes Add can't really say or do anything "wrong" at this point. That's his commander, so why would he ever think otherwise? ]
It makes sense.
[ And just like that, all anxiety and worry just melts away. He's his usual, smiley self, fixing his posture, and moving his tentacles so they're not lingering so close to Add. As much as he wants to go and hold his hand right now, he has to make a conscious effort to try to do better for Add. ]
Your generosity is as brilliant as you are, Doctor Add. It seems silly now that I was so worried you might not want to talk with me anymore... Ah, to that end, you had mentioned blood samples and such? I'm yours for whatever you might need, if that's the case.
[ He will absolutely scoot over without another word to sit up on whatever Add has in there as an operating table. He's used to having his blood drawn from Kal'tsit, so going through the motions comes fairly naturally at this point.
It's sort of funny, isn't it? That he had been so wracked with anxiety about how Add might react that he reached out to others for advice, and even gone through several "scripts" of what he needed to say, and yet this ended up going so smoothly, anyway. Perhaps he should just have implicit faith in Add? He's internally berating himself for not already doing so. He thought he had, truly, but perhaps now it's a little more concerningintense durable? ]
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But that part of Mizuki is so incredibly small compared to the loyal part of him. He can ignore his psychology obsessed part because he's always had to adapt to those around him, anyway. But more than that, because he genuinely believes Add can't really say or do anything "wrong" at this point. That's his commander, so why would he ever think otherwise? ]
It makes sense.
[ And just like that, all anxiety and worry just melts away. He's his usual, smiley self, fixing his posture, and moving his tentacles so they're not lingering so close to Add. As much as he wants to go and hold his hand right now, he has to make a conscious effort to try to do better for Add. ]
Your generosity is as brilliant as you are, Doctor Add. It seems silly now that I was so worried you might not want to talk with me anymore... Ah, to that end, you had mentioned blood samples and such? I'm yours for whatever you might need, if that's the case.
[ He will absolutely scoot over without another word to sit up on whatever Add has in there as an operating table. He's used to having his blood drawn from Kal'tsit, so going through the motions comes fairly naturally at this point.
It's sort of funny, isn't it? That he had been so wracked with anxiety about how Add might react that he reached out to others for advice, and even gone through several "scripts" of what he needed to say, and yet this ended up going so smoothly, anyway. Perhaps he should just have implicit faith in Add? He's internally berating himself for not already doing so. He thought he had, truly, but perhaps now it's a little more
concerningintensedurable? ]