[ Rinne shoves at Takasugi's chest, the distance sudden and all too present. He covers his mouth with a hand to protect it. What was that? The way he licked the blood off his lip was all too hungry to be called mere service.
Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]
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Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]