[Murasakibara watches him, eyeing the box curiously. But there's barely time to really question it just now, because Himuro does a very effective job of distracting him immediately. It's funny to watch him have to practically drag Murasakibara down, and if he wanted to he could-- maybe not effortlessly, but pretty easily hold his ground against it. There's something cute about making Himuro work for it, when he's already pretty tall by society's standards.
He doesn't really make him work for it this time, leaning easily into the kiss and returning it with a pleased noise.] S'fine. I suppose I forgive you.
[His gaze follows Himuro's to the whipped cream and he lifts the bag to look at it better, humming thoughtfully.] We're not going to use it now? [Joking, sort...of. He looks to the box then, remembering it and abruptly changing the subject as his focus shifts] What's that?
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He doesn't really make him work for it this time, leaning easily into the kiss and returning it with a pleased noise.] S'fine. I suppose I forgive you.
[His gaze follows Himuro's to the whipped cream and he lifts the bag to look at it better, humming thoughtfully.] We're not going to use it now? [Joking, sort...of. He looks to the box then, remembering it and abruptly changing the subject as his focus shifts] What's that?