"What can I even do"? You can be a bit clueless sometimes, Amagi-kun. But it's cute. I like it. I like the clueless you.
Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )
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Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )