[ Though they still hold a distinctive edge, Nishikiyama's remarks begin to cut less. At least Mine has started to imagine it, with Nishikiyama cushioning his smile in curls of smoke. He blinks and takes his eyes up, a glimpse to find Nishikiyama's gaze lowered at him.
The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]
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The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]