He is warm, warmer than he usually is but considering he's normally colder than most people are, it's not much of an accomplishment.
"I suppose I am," He smiles over the bridge of their hands and dwells softly on this build up. He's certainly fine with the way their previous rendezvous went, as adrenaline fueled and rough as they could be--but clearly this is something Canada enjoys, and so too does Russia if he's being honest.
There's more of that laughter, soft, warm, and Russia leans back into his seat, rucks a hand through his hair and goes back to watching Canada. Though there is a quirked brow at that hand on his thigh. My, Canada, how bold of you~! His fingertips soothe over the ridge of knuckle and pull back, settle once more in his hair even as he relaxes. He's somewhat familiar enough to know they're round half-way, but he's not concerned with that, more interested in the now.
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"I suppose I am," He smiles over the bridge of their hands and dwells softly on this build up. He's certainly fine with the way their previous rendezvous went, as adrenaline fueled and rough as they could be--but clearly this is something Canada enjoys, and so too does Russia if he's being honest.
There's more of that laughter, soft, warm, and Russia leans back into his seat, rucks a hand through his hair and goes back to watching Canada. Though there is a quirked brow at that hand on his thigh. My, Canada, how bold of you~! His fingertips soothe over the ridge of knuckle and pull back, settle once more in his hair even as he relaxes. He's somewhat familiar enough to know they're round half-way, but he's not concerned with that, more interested in the now.