[ A silence he leaves be, wallowing in the words of Nishikiyama's reply. Mismatched to that, his eyebrows pinch the bridge of his nose, grimacing as the mask tugs on soft skin. Nishikiyama reveals to himself the subtle sheen of lotion not yet pulled into Mine's invisible pores.
Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]
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Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]