[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
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[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
γΌMine.