G'raha's smile at that first expression that crosses Zoro's face is easy and warm, and he straightens up to his full (if meager) height as the other approaches. "Is that so?" he almost hums, and he takes a half step back so that he's not pressing right up against Zoro when he enters.
But then the door is closed and there's a hand cupping his face, and G'raha can only sigh and lean into it, crimson eyes fluttering closed. He lifts one hand to cover Zoro's hand with his own, the other reaching up so that he can rest it on the other man's shoulder. "And you're really here. Outside of that island."
His eyes open again after the attention to his hair, and he smiles anew. "This is what it normally looks like, I do recall explaining that how I looked in that place was no longer my norm."
Zoro hums in agreement, just watching G'raha's face as his eyes flutter shut. They're both really here. Warmth spreads through him now at the knowledge that his castaway companion is safe. He supposes it would have been better if G'raha disappeared from the resort and returned to his own world, like they say some people that pop up do, but... selfishly, this is the outcome that makes him happy. He would have been doomed to wonder if he was ever real otherwise.
This is what it normally looks like.
The hand covering his own...Zoro blinks, taking it in both of his to turn around and inspect. "Your hand," he remarks, and he can't believe he didn't notice it before his hair. "Your whole arm..." His fingertips start pushing up G'raha's sleeve like he needs to feel it for himself.
"You're soft all over now." He grins at his friend, a hint of something mischievous in his voice. He cups G'raha's face with both hands this time, pulling him closer to press a soft, fond greeting against his lips.
There's something about the simple act of feeling Zoro's hand against his cheek that brings G'raha almost indescribable joy, to experience the real warmth and roughness of his skin... It makes him a touch weak in the knees. He laughs softly, warmly at the way his hand is inspected, only to shiver at the way the touch moves upward.
And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.
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But then the door is closed and there's a hand cupping his face, and G'raha can only sigh and lean into it, crimson eyes fluttering closed. He lifts one hand to cover Zoro's hand with his own, the other reaching up so that he can rest it on the other man's shoulder. "And you're really here. Outside of that island."
His eyes open again after the attention to his hair, and he smiles anew. "This is what it normally looks like, I do recall explaining that how I looked in that place was no longer my norm."
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This is what it normally looks like.
The hand covering his own...Zoro blinks, taking it in both of his to turn around and inspect. "Your hand," he remarks, and he can't believe he didn't notice it before his hair. "Your whole arm..." His fingertips start pushing up G'raha's sleeve like he needs to feel it for himself.
"You're soft all over now." He grins at his friend, a hint of something mischievous in his voice. He cups G'raha's face with both hands this time, pulling him closer to press a soft, fond greeting against his lips.
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And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.