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: ]
no subject
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?