// this has to be the most hiruko/takumi moment I've ever seen

Hirukos thoughts: ah yes, velvet, symbolising opulence and elegance. An intetesting choice.

Takumis thoughts: its snuggly around my neck.

And he can hide the marks well.

Lifting his gaze to meet Yugamu's and offering his arm like a slab of meat to a starving man.

"Try not to tear it off. Please."

until the fabric gathers in a rumpled mess at his upper arm.
This should be a good spot to get a feel for it. Takumi assumes the skin around his arm might be less sensitive to pain compared to areas Yugamu might think of. 》

even if the topic of choice is a little grisly. Though, Takumi is also curious about the stories Yugamu has to tell. Preferably not in much detail...

Shrugging off his jacket, it slips of his shoulder and lands on the couch arm, left forgotten. Takumi brushes the sleeve of his hoodie up up, 》

but not up close and it's different when Takumi is the direct cause of it.

He decides to avert his attention, give himself something else to busy himself with, for his own sanity.

"Have you ever used your teeth at one of your jobs?" Small talk is good diversion too, 》

Takumi sits impassive while Yugamu makes an effort to regain some of his composure. Eyes darting to the hand that takes care of the drool, make himself more presentable. He gnaws at his inner cheek, the sight making him skittish. It's not like he hasn't seen it before 》

so he traces his fingers along the seam. Velvet, perhaps? ..If he's gonna wear one, might as well pick the coziest option.

"This one's alright." Picking it up, eyes back on Hiruko. Uh, is he supposed to just..put that on right now?

He takes his sweet time rummaging through them. So many choices he's made up to this point and here is where he gets indecisive?

His hand brushes against a black one, the dark red bell chiming at the touch. It feels softer than the other leathery ones, 》

How generous she is, but not enough to allow him to back out of this, apparently.
He shrugs it off, like many other times when Hiruko makes decisions for him and steps closer. Taking a look wouldn't hurt. If he thinks about it as a fashion item, it might feel less weird. 》

"....Really? That's...nice of you."

His hands are barely visible, almost swallowed up by his sweater but he grips at the cuff harshly, crinkling the fabric.

Well, maybe there's a sprinkle of teasing mixed in with the rest too. But that doesn't diminish what he said, or what it means.

He turns his head promptly, peering into the distance. All to escape Yugamu's single observant eye. 》

...You can walk by yourself, right?" Directing his gaze at her. Are those little swirls in her eyes? Geez. She sure knows how to keep him busy.

lost in his own thoughts for a second. He might have seen something in the gift-o-matic that could ease her struggles a little.

Turning his attention back to her when he speaks.

"If you have nothing to do right now, come with me for a second. 》

"I don't think animals and headaches work the same way." He offers, tone neutral. Even if she plays off the pain as something inconsequential, Takumi has a hard time turning a blind eye to it.

"Having had worse makes no difference if you're hurting right now." He makes a thinking face, 》