[Rin allows him to brush off popcorn off his hair without protest, and decides to return the favor in kind, fingers diving into blue and seeking out any kernels that may have gotten tangled along the way; Rei's hair is much shorter, though, so this is more like an excuse to keep his hands on him, let them trail down to his temples, his cheeks, spend a little longer drawing circles with the pad of his thumb...
Rei is right; he is equally guilty. And judging from his smile, he's not ashamed to own up to it, not when it's just the two of them.
So he leans forward, presses that smile up against Rei's lips, until his giggles subside, drowned out by little wet noises and a wistful hum every time he tries, unsuccessful, to pull away. When he does finally manage to break away - from the kiss, if not so much from that lasting spell - he's sporting a sheepish grin, and before Rei can bring up his point about how Rin can't keep to himself, he preemptively offers his comeback:]
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Rei is right; he is equally guilty. And judging from his smile, he's not ashamed to own up to it, not when it's just the two of them.
So he leans forward, presses that smile up against Rei's lips, until his giggles subside, drowned out by little wet noises and a wistful hum every time he tries, unsuccessful, to pull away. When he does finally manage to break away - from the kiss, if not so much from that lasting spell - he's sporting a sheepish grin, and before Rei can bring up his point about how Rin can't keep to himself, he preemptively offers his comeback:]
That wasn't my hand.