Hmm? [ His opportunistic satisfaction with the way the situation has shifted isn't lost on him, the way it melts and morphs with Misa's laced, prowling intent. ] I'm not allowed to choose one? That seems unfair.
[ The words are soft and knowing, incongruent with the way Kizuna has shown himself to be so easily run under by the intrusion of others. Especially to Matoba, who has dug into him with claw and nail, unwilling to accept branding him as a matter of ambiance and rather choosing to do so instead. A warning and a tether, a tug on the leash of a creature loathe to wear one at all. His palm weighs hers as he holds it aloft, leading them through the equally hypnotic closeness of the dancefloor.
His unfairness is one mirrored — it's beneficial to him also, to choose one among the myriad.
Choice. To be here, willingly accepting the touch of a man who has marked his soul as one would circle a destination on a map so thoroughly that the paper welts beneath it. ]
Doesn't it also seem heartless? [ A loaded question, affectionate on his tongue. ] Snatching you away just to leave you behind... my attentions aren't that fickle.
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Hmm? [ His opportunistic satisfaction with the way the situation has shifted isn't lost on him, the way it melts and morphs with Misa's laced, prowling intent. ] I'm not allowed to choose one? That seems unfair.
[ The words are soft and knowing, incongruent with the way Kizuna has shown himself to be so easily run under by the intrusion of others. Especially to Matoba, who has dug into him with claw and nail, unwilling to accept branding him as a matter of ambiance and rather choosing to do so instead. A warning and a tether, a tug on the leash of a creature loathe to wear one at all. His palm weighs hers as he holds it aloft, leading them through the equally hypnotic closeness of the dancefloor.
His unfairness is one mirrored — it's beneficial to him also, to choose one among the myriad.
Choice. To be here, willingly accepting the touch of a man who has marked his soul as one would circle a destination on a map so thoroughly that the paper welts beneath it. ]
Doesn't it also seem heartless? [ A loaded question, affectionate on his tongue. ] Snatching you away just to leave you behind... my attentions aren't that fickle.