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'cause somebody stole my car radio
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞ ![]() ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞ ![]() ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
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(yaku's not really counting on that one; it's gross that he's starting to find it kind of endearing.)
at the moment, that endearment's what has him returning the kiss, tipping up a little into the brush of his knuckles--that tender little touch sets off sparks, and he flushes underneath his touch unconsciously, slowly reddening as always with physical contact like this. it's a little different than how he feels towards most of his kohai--kenma inspires just the urge to protect him at all cost, tora inspires the need to smack someone in the back of the head. lev is somewhere between both of those things, a desire to choke him but also a desire to kiss him.
god. ]