[ In the real world, the puppet is volatile, violent with full suit activation. Being rebuffed might turn bloody, his sense of insult outsized for the offense. The dream, so far, is soft and hazy-sweet.
Akechi seems so willing, like flowers that turn their faces towards the sun. Why does this feel like he's stealing something that doesn't belong to him? They both play the Game, and his affection for Marina would see Pinocchio take himself apart to keep her smile. The other boy closes the gap, but reconsidering has never been an option, not with that spade blackening on his inner wrist.
For such an acerbic start to a greeting, Akechi's lips are surprisingly soft. Yet Pinocchio directs the kiss, thumb firm on the line of his jaw and his fingers up the side of his fair cheek, the tip of his own nose dipping into the other. There's need, hunger in the way Akechi's hand grasps at his back and it feels so good to be wanted. Pinocchio's answering sigh ghosts, warm, over his skin as he lets himself sink into the validation of a kiss. ]
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Akechi seems so willing, like flowers that turn their faces towards the sun. Why does this feel like he's stealing something that doesn't belong to him? They both play the Game, and his affection for Marina would see Pinocchio take himself apart to keep her smile. The other boy closes the gap, but reconsidering has never been an option, not with that spade blackening on his inner wrist.
For such an acerbic start to a greeting, Akechi's lips are surprisingly soft. Yet Pinocchio directs the kiss, thumb firm on the line of his jaw and his fingers up the side of his fair cheek, the tip of his own nose dipping into the other. There's need, hunger in the way Akechi's hand grasps at his back and it feels so good to be wanted. Pinocchio's answering sigh ghosts, warm, over his skin as he lets himself sink into the validation of a kiss. ]