[Okay he’s having a little trouble breathing now, so his hands reflexively settle on Shizuo’s wrist...then one starts to slide up his forearm juuuust slightly, lightly brushing the material of that bartender uniform.]
--So please...be more gentle. Do you know what this shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.
[.......OH, WHATEVER, he’s not surprised. Brief as it was, it was too good to last.]
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--So please...be more gentle. Do you know what this shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.
[.......OH, WHATEVER, he’s not surprised. Brief as it was, it was too good to last.]