As the movie continued and started nearing its end Kaito began inching forward towards the edge of the couch and nearly ended up sitting in Hakuba’s lap. Biting his lip he kept from making any noise or cheering.
All while Hakuba continued to drain the bottle of wine. He didn’t mind the closeness at all, and found himself looking at Kaito more often than the television. The reactions amused him so; he was already coming up with a list of films to show him in the future. It was so difficult to find a good movie-watching companion…
Suddenly, he couldn’t resist the temptation to slide his hand down to poke Kaito in the side, just curious to see what his reaction would be, though he did try. The built-up anticipation just begged to be prodded, no matter how Hakuba looked at it. So, carefully holding his wine out of the way, he did just that. A simple, gentle poke.