[ the thin line of his lips presses closed, already tight brow furrowing. he's quiet as his own half-bruised gaze slides lower, taking in the quiver of Fuuta's chest. he was just there — a few days and a fever ago, waking up in the Broken Wing with every joint in stiff misery. they're two peas in a pod: busted-up redheads with tempers and a little loathing for consent-violating assholes. his lungs might not sound this bad anymore, but his heart makes a silent similarity of it, the sharp cartilage of his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. it isn't against his better judgment when his fingertips close because he doesn't think about it at all; someone aches, and he grips. he holds. he waits for the disappointment. ]
[ it wouldn't matter if these were indeed lies; Guanshan is gullible, especially after a thread of commonality has been found. he's silent for perhaps too long, reflecting over the past 15 minutes, and that thinking comes slow with a guy whose blood is thickened by reactionary rage. ]
[ ... and then a little longer, because now he has to own up to the mistake he's made, and who the fuck wants to take accountability in a situation like this?! ]
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[ the thin line of his lips presses closed, already tight brow furrowing. he's quiet as his own half-bruised gaze slides lower, taking in the quiver of Fuuta's chest. he was just there — a few days and a fever ago, waking up in the Broken Wing with every joint in stiff misery. they're two peas in a pod: busted-up redheads with tempers and a little loathing for consent-violating assholes. his lungs might not sound this bad anymore, but his heart makes a silent similarity of it, the sharp cartilage of his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. it isn't against his better judgment when his fingertips close because he doesn't think about it at all; someone aches, and he grips. he holds. he waits for the disappointment. ]
[ it wouldn't matter if these were indeed lies; Guanshan is gullible, especially after a thread of commonality has been found. he's silent for perhaps too long, reflecting over the past 15 minutes, and that thinking comes slow with a guy whose blood is thickened by reactionary rage. ]
[ ... and then a little longer, because now he has to own up to the mistake he's made, and who the fuck wants to take accountability in a situation like this?! ]