I would love to forget, but here we are. [A pause, and his voice adds an arrogant purr,] Here you are.
[As if he could forget the staining influence of an ayakashi on his body. But it's becoming one of many. Background noise. No; there is something else that sets him apart.]
[Warmth settling even further into his bones the longer the man lingers, Matoba allows a comfortable pause of quiet before his silky voice goes on the attack.]
no subject
[As if he could forget the staining influence of an ayakashi on his body. But it's becoming one of many. Background noise. No; there is something else that sets him apart.]
[Warmth settling even further into his bones the longer the man lingers, Matoba allows a comfortable pause of quiet before his silky voice goes on the attack.]
Who is the other survivor?