[ That's the double-edged sword his empathy so often likes to bring down squarely on his head. Kizuna can tell Wriothesley doesn't believe him, but it plays in his favor when his answer is something that instills fondness and amusement instead. Even worse is the knowledge imparted by his inclination towards stubbornness — that coming to him was a conscious choice, something he sees clearer now in hindsight.
Curling into the arc of his chest, Kizuna presses a chaste and overly-serious kiss to his mouth. ]
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Curling into the arc of his chest, Kizuna presses a chaste and overly-serious kiss to his mouth. ]
Okay, but I'll definitely die.