[It takes far too much effort to cut off the soft noise that escapes him. His self-control is all but shattered at this point, thanks to his exhaustion and the (finally) waning effects of alcohol. He buries his face against Mitsuzane's shoulder to muffle himself. Oh, how long had it been since someone had touched him like this?
With what little control Takatora has remaining, he reluctantly, painfully sits back up and carefully begins to put a small amount of space between them.]
I wouldn't mind horror movies or drama, if my life was a little less eventful.
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With what little control Takatora has remaining, he reluctantly, painfully sits back up and carefully begins to put a small amount of space between them.]
I wouldn't mind horror movies or drama, if my life was a little less eventful.