George
The last thing on Caido George wanted was for Hotaru to feel bad, and so he was determined to move past whatever it was that had happened between them and settle into their old rhythm. He wasn't upset with her, or disappointed - except perhaps in himself - if anything, he was relieved that she'd felt comfortable enough to tell him no. What he privately couldn't stand was that there was clearly something in her past that was causing her pain. Not like this, she'd said, and while he still wasn't quite sure what she meant, he hoped that one day he'd figure it out, if only so that he could keep from making the same mistake twice.
"Massages?" he said eagerly, eyes twinkling mischievously. "And lunch? I'm starting to think you're trying to outdo my picnic on the beach." He stepped into the spray of the water, dunking his head under, and then did a slow spin for Hotaru. "Am I clean enough, or is there soap somewhere?" he joked.
"Massages?" he said eagerly, eyes twinkling mischievously. "And lunch? I'm starting to think you're trying to outdo my picnic on the beach." He stepped into the spray of the water, dunking his head under, and then did a slow spin for Hotaru. "Am I clean enough, or is there soap somewhere?" he joked.
