[ Nishikiyama takes a moment to recognize there are fingers in his hair. With the locks pulled out of the way, his throat parts a couple of more times even without anything else left to deposit. Eventually, though, the spasms subside with a sharp, finished breath. Sweat collects on the back of his nape and he sags emptily. Rubbing his lips with the back of his wrist, he tiredly reaches ahead with the hand that'd held himself steady in the stall to flush.
And then it's gone. His tested method tried and true, all the signs of anything having been off in the first place. His eyes pass back to Mine and realize he's there. ]
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Date: 2024-01-14 11:54 am (UTC)And then it's gone. His tested method tried and true, all the signs of anything having been off in the first place. His eyes pass back to Mine and realize he's there. ]