[So he claims, shoulders still shaking. A chuckle continues to bubble out as he raises a fist to his mouth, a mockery of concealment.]
Three years. Looking at you, we're around the same age, probably.........? You really are just a man who's gotten a little cursed, aren't you.
[There's a strange fondness in his eye. His fingers comb back into Rokurou's hair, admiring that acidic sulk. A warm flush of attraction filters through his bones.] Why are you in such a hurry to be hated?
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[So he claims, shoulders still shaking. A chuckle continues to bubble out as he raises a fist to his mouth, a mockery of concealment.]
Three years. Looking at you, we're around the same age, probably.........? You really are just a man who's gotten a little cursed, aren't you.
[There's a strange fondness in his eye. His fingers comb back into Rokurou's hair, admiring that acidic sulk. A warm flush of attraction filters through his bones.] Why are you in such a hurry to be hated?