An Anon chooses, a writefag obeys.
[x] "... Rin? That girl? Why would she be worried about me?"
[x] "... your horns. Can I touch them?"
Fuck that moron's money, more importantly... Rin? Uhhh, Rin? Haven't you heard that name before? Rin... Rin, huh? Well, that rings a bell, but...
"... Rin?" you repeat the name, still trying to recall it's owner's identity. Waaaait. "... that girl?" the one whom you had given a good scare before stealing her clothes? Oh yeah, how could you forget? But that raises another question. "Why would she be worried about me?"
Being a target of someone's worry is enough of a trouble itself, but having a person whom you have violated and robbed of garment and perhaps dignity worry about you? Either there's something fishy going on, or that girl is genuinely kind... And genuinely stupid, but that's not important now. Having ANY link to that insane priest can't mean anything good, and if that... Rin girl is worried about you, she might come up with an idea of actually looking for you... Because you're just a poor, homeless girl, without any home to go back to, right? You're almost certain that if she talked with Renji, that's what he told her. What a fuckton of bullshit. Anyways, at least knowing the reason should bring some more information into the light.
The boy tilts his head, almost stratching the shrine's floor above. Uh, he should really be careful about those, lest he's going to lose them one day... They aren't permamently attached, right? And this space is cramped enough to force you to stoop constantly, while he is able to simply sit... Well, not counting those horns.
"Why?" he sounds almost confused "Why do you ask? It's Rin, it's only natural that she'd be worried."
Natural. So she is that kind of person after all.
"... uh. But I stole her clothes. And um... Stripped her. And stuff."
There's no need for him to know the details of what took place after you'd dragged the innocent girl into that room, and well, revealing it would only make the situation worse. Besides, he doesn't really look like a nosy kind of person, so he shouldn't dig too deep into this, right?
The horns move along with every tilt of his head.
"Rin is a good girl!" he almost shouts, forgetting about your warning, but immidiately puts his finger to his lips and whispers 'sssshhh' again silently to himself "She wouldn't be angry about such a trivial thing!"
"... but still, why..."
Goddamnit, this is distracting!
"And Reymo, he's not even mad anymore. He somehow calmed down after those two left... And then he got that information about that youkai in Rin's old home... Um, actually, he should be back any moment now."
Shit, why the hell are your eyes glued to his HORNS?! And for fuck's sake, why is he nodding his head with almost every word?! Arrrgh, this is really, REALLY distracting! And for what reason?!
"So, if you want to talk to him, then--"
"Your horns." again, your mouth acts before the rest of your body and follows this strange urge. What? "C-can I touch them?"
What the hell did you just say?! His horns?! For the love of everything holy, why would you ask such a question?!
And he's no better!
"My... My horns?" Great, just what you needed, for him to blush furiously! Holy damn, this is fucked up, why is he blushing?! Jesus christ, this whole mess is making your head spin. What's so intimate about touching his horns anyway? And why do you suddenly feel embarassed like if you said something extremely perverted? "B-but... Why?"
"I--... I don't know, just--..."
Damn right you don't know! Stop with the stuttering, you are not some shy highschool girl, Fukuzai! And stop feeling embarassed about this all! Now, calm down. Calm down. This is nothing. Okay, you've just asked if it's alright to touch his horns, but there's nothing to be shy about. That came out of nowhere, but suddenly retreating would just worsen the situation. Take this to the end, and let it be. This is nothing big after all, he's blushing because he's just a stupid, little cute boy, there's no reason for you to share his embarassment. Inhale, exhale, that's right. Calm down.
Previously breaking into suprised shouts, his voice is now so calm that you barely hear him through your own hearbeat. It's okay. He said it's okay. Then...
You reach for those two intriguing objects, and...
They're real. No doubt, they're real. The moment you grasp both of them into your hands - making the boy jerk up a little - you're already sure - they're undoubtedly real. Why does a boy have horns? Hell, you have no idea, but damn... Just touching them, sliding your hands up and down, feeling their texture, it makes you feel that strange, dirty satisfaction. Like... Like if touching his horns was some kind of forbidden pleasure. Up and down. They're fluted in some places, and smooth in the others. The tips remind you of unicorn horns, being twisted like italian ice-cream. Up and down. Somehow it's pleasant to feel them under your fingertips.
A soft moan escapes your victim's lips as you stroke those pretty horns again. Why is he moaning? Is... Is it perhaps good for him too? Does he feel the soft touch, the gentle strokes and... WAIT.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.
Sudden realization hits your mind like a goddamn speeding tank, and makes you jump away, disgusted by your own actions, several meters from the poor boy. Holy shit. This is not the first time you've lost yourself - which isn't a good thing either - but it's the first time you've felt entirely good about it. Just what the fuck? What the fuck, Fukuzai?
".. ugh... damn it..."
No, really. One more excess like this and you're going to die of shame. Good god, what a fortune it is, that no one was here to see it. Calm down, heart! There's no need for you to be racing like crazy! You just touched his horns, that's all! Those are goddamn horns, not... Not anything else! Calm the fuck down!
You clear your throat and steal a glance at the boy who, similarly to you, is currently trying to regain control of his breathing. His face is still red.
"Ahem." just to find the wandering hands something to do, you fix your shirt's collar. Several times. "I'm sorry." trying to make your voice sound as calm and collected as possible, you look away, as not to embarass the poor kid anymore "I got carried away. I apologize."
A moment of longer silence ensues, while your hands still frantically meddle around your collar, alternatingly playing with the top button and sliding their fingers around it.
"... it's okay." the boy finally says, and a bit louder too "I got carried away too."
He may say so, but he still looks seriously embarassed. Uh, if that's what happens, why did he let you touch them in the first place? This is awkward. Goddamnit, you're not a person to admit such thing, but this is fucking awkward.
Think. You need to get out of here as soon as possible, lest you're going to meet that insane priest, and there's also a job to be done. Last but not least, remaining here would only make the things grow even more awkward. Gotta think, and fast!
[ ] "... uh, I really, REALLY need to go. Sorry about... that thing..."
[ ] "..." and just fucking leave.
[ ] Mutter something incomprehensible and RUN TO THE HILLS RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
[ ] "... I probably shouldn't be asking, but... could you give those things back to... uh, Rin?"
[ ] "... was it good for you?"