he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
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he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
You said you didn't need me.