𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑖.

beak. not a place he was used to being touched, so the kiss adds an extra layer of heat to fumikage's chest. he lets out a soft breath, nuzzling into lover's chest. “ and I you. how fares the night? ”

settles down next to, black skirt pooling around his ankles. soft noise of acknowledgement.

goes limp against the stronger man, irritation fading quickly.

dangles like a wet cat. arms cross.

looms

tangled hair, irritated fumikage.

the strength to - oh. hello, mezo.

may darkness envelop you.

【 stares. appalled. 】

sneezes.

why am I being perceived.

late night patrols; his absolute favorite. this one has come to an end, however. the area is familiar . . near mina's apartment. he's tempted to stop by, but ah . . cloud's probably asleep. best not. he rubs a hand across tired eyes and makes his way along the sidewalk.

stop SAYING THAT * 💢

hff. pretend they don't exist, then.

your logic infuriates me.