[ Something in him is delighted by the sound that leaves his kissing partner, and Alby has to laugh at the fact that he would actually admit to that particular phrasing. Very little visibly phases him, beyond what is typically considered a permanent scowl on his face that lightens or hardens depending on what's happening.
But here, everything about him relaxes, and a soft hum leaves him in response, fingers curling the slightest bit in blond hair before relaxing. His mind is mostly focused on this,but it does venture about whether he's going to wind up seeing him around more often after this.
He'd like that.
The darkness of his skin tends to keep blushes from being too vibrant when they happen, but he can still feel the warmth of his own skin as he lets out a low chuckle in response to the muttering. Dimly, he realizes, Minho has either gone mute or has disappeared. It doesn't really matter, considering his full focus is on Newt, in the small space between them. ] Sounds about right.
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But here, everything about him relaxes, and a soft hum leaves him in response, fingers curling the slightest bit in blond hair before relaxing. His mind is mostly focused on this,but it does venture about whether he's going to wind up seeing him around more often after this.
He'd like that.
The darkness of his skin tends to keep blushes from being too vibrant when they happen, but he can still feel the warmth of his own skin as he lets out a low chuckle in response to the muttering. Dimly, he realizes, Minho has either gone mute or has disappeared. It doesn't really matter, considering his full focus is on Newt, in the small space between them. ] Sounds about right.