[ Nishikiyama's hand stays there, thumb pressed to the other's thigh. Mine doesn't flinch away from him. He doesn't swat him off, or deny the touch. Without anything other than the soft sound of air sucked back through his throat, Nishikiyama doesn't know what any of it means. Why doesn't he act? Is the inaction simply because it feels out of bounds for Mine to refuse?
The silence is so loud now that it's maddening. What does Mine want? ]
—Say something.
[ How Nishikiyama hates the quiet. His paranoid mind will bury actuality in an instant if Mine allows it. ]
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The silence is so loud now that it's maddening. What does Mine want? ]
—Say something.
[ How Nishikiyama hates the quiet. His paranoid mind will bury actuality in an instant if Mine allows it. ]