Stein had no particular intention of hurting Minato - well, other than a strong desire to vivisect him and see what made him tick. But he might not actually get to something so invasive, and he didn't really think of that as hurting Minato.
He rolled his chair closer with a kick of one foot, looking up at Minato through his glasses. He pushed them up, so they flashed in the overhead lights, and suddenly focused his gaze.
It felt like Stein was undressing Minato with his eyes. He bored through him with his gaze, looking deeply into him, and directly into his soul. It was a strong feeling of violation, though it stopped quickly when Stein jerked back and nearly fell off of his chair at what he saw.
"Holy shit," he gasped, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette package with slightly shaking fingers.
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Date: 2009-11-22 01:04 am (UTC)He rolled his chair closer with a kick of one foot, looking up at Minato through his glasses. He pushed them up, so they flashed in the overhead lights, and suddenly focused his gaze.
It felt like Stein was undressing Minato with his eyes. He bored through him with his gaze, looking deeply into him, and directly into his soul. It was a strong feeling of violation, though it stopped quickly when Stein jerked back and nearly fell off of his chair at what he saw.
"Holy shit," he gasped, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette package with slightly shaking fingers.