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╔. ■ .╗ 𖠁 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𖠁 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚌 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗... 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚖𝚒 '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌' 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 ↻+♡

He. Would also like to know...

He is.. observing. Cautiously.

"It's.. It's not the first time." He smiled gently, a hand reaching for her's. "Will not be the last." Takumi's smile grew, his thumb grazing against softened flesh. "I know.. know my body's limitations, Freyja. I am doing what I can. I promise."

Hm. He has.. discovered another old photo. He might have to hide it from a certain.. someone. Enjoy thus #SeductiveSundayᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

— swallowed harshly, eyeing her briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. "I.. would hope... it brings.. comfort.. coming back."

Familiar footfalls alerted him of Freyja's approach. He sat upon the chair, shirtless, his bruises, deep, surrounding most of his ribs. His breathing was labored, and he quickly regret calling out to her. "Mm. No. Haven't.. Haven't slept. I don't.. feel the need." He—

"In here!" Takumi called out from his office, lounging in his doc chair, observing the screen of his updated diagnostics.

He awaits with bated breath.

If.. she desires. He's sent the code to his front door.

No. Everything is handled. Though, even in his current state, if.. she were to drop by...

It will be taken care of. Her energy is worth more, on many different things.

He sighed audibly, eyes wandering over there small attempt at affection. "You need not worry about me. It was my decision to aid you. I knew what could come of it, and still proceeded. Outcomes are not always guaranteed..."

The young man he stabilized a few days ago. Caught him off guard, stolen a few items.

... Fine. He'll send the address shortly.

Hm? No. He knows exactly who is responsible. Let's just say... he knows the culprit inside and out.

He's nursing a busted lip, a bruised cheek, running a diagnostics. The popping he hears? Yeah, just as he thought. A few broken ribs. Damn it all..