[ Lighter's gaze hones on the striking overlap of their hands, pale and serene laid safely across hot and scorched. His body's been dulled to many sensations over time and he's never paid much attention to it, but sometimes there's a trickle of something a little stronger or better than he expects. Not caught off his guard by it, but... reminded, he thinks.
Of why it is that he understands. ]
Say, Mercie. [ His voice is low and easy, as if he's trying to keep out of earshot despite them being the only two in the room. ] What do you think about this place?
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Of why it is that he understands. ]
Say, Mercie. [ His voice is low and easy, as if he's trying to keep out of earshot despite them being the only two in the room. ] What do you think about this place?