[ Maybe. Together with that slight touch that lingers, Mine doesn't go on to feel so overstrung. His eyes flicker to the set table, matching a thought to Nishikiyama's reply. They could eat, still. They could stay on the bed for just as long. Instead of deciding, Mine watches Nishikiyama fix his hair.
Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far away– other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.
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Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far away– other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.