[ Mine's gaze flickers to the tachometer with the needle still pointing at a flat 100 km/h, mistaking an invisible tremor. From the patriarch's hand a sensation spreads out, growing down to his fingertips where they set roots in muscle. Mine recognizes the squeeze from his grasp and in stark contrast numbness webbed in between Nishikiyama's fingers. He feels something, a realization he can't relegate solely to touch.
He's stood himself in front of Nishikiyama posing as somebody capable, as a man he could desire near him, and pointed at his own ambition with desperate clarity. No answer to a question Mine then, even so, doesn't ask. ]
Am I someone you wantβ?
[ Now, Nishikiyama's demand cuts to it and the words spill, unpoised and exposing Mine adrift in his own emotions. He can't see Nishikiyama through the mirror but looks up, eyes to be met without him knowing. He leans his knee to the center console. ]
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He's stood himself in front of Nishikiyama posing as somebody capable, as a man he could desire near him, and pointed at his own ambition with desperate clarity. No answer to a question Mine then, even so, doesn't ask. ]
Am I someone you wantβ?
[ Now, Nishikiyama's demand cuts to it and the words spill, unpoised and exposing Mine adrift in his own emotions. He can't see Nishikiyama through the mirror but looks up, eyes to be met without him knowing. He leans his knee to the center console. ]