[ Palm and fingers mold easily to the side of his face when prompted, warmth spreading in the cup of skin against skin. He rubs his thumb there with a wondering hum despite the upwards swing of his heart in his chest. Kizuna's gaze flicks down, noting the cadence of such a smile. ]
Oh? So good. [ A likewise tease. ] Threatening to tickle me might have been more effective, though.
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Oh? So good. [ A likewise tease. ] Threatening to tickle me might have been more effective, though.