Not once could Enasi have a moment of victory. His lighthearted teasing didn't go unnoticed by Seishu, and he realized it a little too late. Like, Seishu with his hands on either side of him and him being pressed against the wall, too late. They were face to face, and once again extremely close. Enasi looked up into those strikingly silver eyes, seeing how much fun he has teasing the guardian. When he shifted closer, the dream guardian pressed more to the wall. it took a lot of willpower for him not to blush, although he wanted to. He broke the eye contact and looked over as his hair shifted to view. It was so long, and so white. [I]'How does he manage to keep up with all of it?[/I] 

His mind wandered to other things, like how pale Seishu was to him. And how his attire was much different from his. Enasi was much more comfortable in informal attire, rather than the armor Seishu chose to wear. Which reminded him... Seishu was still only in the swim trunks he came in. [I]'He should really put some clothes on.'[/I] To find himself staring at the Nightmare's chest, made the tint to his cheeks form. It didn't help that he was shorter than him as well. 

Once again, eyes met and locked as Seishu spoke. The burgundy haired make could just hear all of the teasing and playfulness in his tone. If the make want good for anything, he was a first class tease... and good at it. Enasi's eyebrow raised when Seishu asked or spike of the past. With his eyes on Seishu's own, he barely noticed his hand moving lower. He thought it would mean that he could leave the little trap. He had assumed it was going to be lowered to his side, but. . . Enasi had been wrong a few times in his life. 

"About to say some-" The male's breath hitched ever so softly. It was a soft touch and yet it still caught him off guard. He wasn't used to the random touches that he gave. It was much more gentle than the hugs or the random pokes and such he got from his dreams. "I-I... don't remember." Enasi stammered and gently looked away again. [I]'Why must he pick on me...'[/I] With a heavy sigh, and a pink blush- somehow managing not to turn shades darker- he put his warm hand on Seishu's chest and gently separated them. 

"You should be focused on healing Seishu." His voice was soft, and he looked up, mustering up the ability to do it without blushing. It was much harder to put on a calm facade than he realized. He was an emotional person. Calm was never on his side. The next few words held his usual worry and concern to replace the embarrassment.