Well done. [ Nishikiyama says while he looks at him.
He's run out of his cigarette. With Mine there across from him, droplets of cool water rolling over skin that's blooming mauve in spots from bruises. His eyes go to the tattooed streaks of gold and red on his shoulders when Mine bends, catching only a glimpse of the colors before Mine is upright once more. His lashes cast a little lower with his focus. ]
You won. [ And the reward for doing so is implied.
The expression on the young patriarch's face is unlike what he often shows on it and only Mine is here to witness. Satisfied is a word that matches. More than that though, he wants something from Mineβ something, he thinks, in one glance that Mine will understand without him needing to speak aloud. ]
Are you okay?
[ Before hurrying out with him, he refers to the injuries. Manners. Where he is now, Nishikiyama can see places where Mine's skin had split, washed a light red now by the shower. They'll probably dry and start to scab over by the time he dresses himself. ]
no subject
He's run out of his cigarette. With Mine there across from him, droplets of cool water rolling over skin that's blooming mauve in spots from bruises. His eyes go to the tattooed streaks of gold and red on his shoulders when Mine bends, catching only a glimpse of the colors before Mine is upright once more. His lashes cast a little lower with his focus. ]
You won. [ And the reward for doing so is implied.
The expression on the young patriarch's face is unlike what he often shows on it and only Mine is here to witness. Satisfied is a word that matches. More than that though, he wants something from Mineβ something, he thinks, in one glance that Mine will understand without him needing to speak aloud. ]
Are you okay?
[ Before hurrying out with him, he refers to the injuries. Manners. Where he is now, Nishikiyama can see places where Mine's skin had split, washed a light red now by the shower. They'll probably dry and start to scab over by the time he dresses himself. ]