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ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ "schrodinger's ikemen" ᴋɪᴢᴜɴᴀ. ([personal profile] relater) wrote in [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-04-13 01:09 am (UTC)

[ A bad boy, Kizuna's gaze seems to say. Sure. ]

No, [ Kizuna answers immediately as he enters. ] I feel fine here. It's yours, isn't it?

[ This space, filled to the brim with the scent of tea and smoke, oil, metal dust. It smells like him, a quality Kizuna is realizing calms him in the same way that it makes his nerves feel light. As if at home, he shrugs off his open-front sweater he'd thrown on over his plain night shirt. When its collar slides away from his neck, there's deep bruising smattered there at his pulse point — his skin is not the same as it was when Wriothesley left his suite.

Kizuna can see him with his own two eyes, but he still asks:
]

How are you feeling?

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