The response is subtle but immediate- Vahvuus tilts his head upwards, shifting back, so any lift of Sorey's fingers has no effect. There's a soft, startled exhale of breath on Sorey's hand, confirming that it is, indeed, a mouth.
Surprised by his own knee-jerk reaction, he fumbles to find an explanation. It's the first time he's actively resisted anything Sorey's said or done, and in that sense, it's disturbing.
But... he's not... supposed to take it off, is he...?
"I..." His throat feels oddly parched, and he licks his lips, strangely uneasy. "Do you want it removed?"
He can't think of a reason why that would be necessary, and he has no particularly valid reason why it can't happen. And if the exorcist orders it, he has no choice.
It's just... ingrained. Don't take it off. Don't show your face to them. No one wants to see it, anyway.
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Surprised by his own knee-jerk reaction, he fumbles to find an explanation. It's the first time he's actively resisted anything Sorey's said or done, and in that sense, it's disturbing.
But... he's not... supposed to take it off, is he...?
"I..." His throat feels oddly parched, and he licks his lips, strangely uneasy. "Do you want it removed?"
He can't think of a reason why that would be necessary, and he has no particularly valid reason why it can't happen. And if the exorcist orders it, he has no choice.
It's just... ingrained. Don't take it off. Don't show your face to them. No one wants to see it, anyway.
No one wants to think that you're...