[ It's an easy offer for him to make, one to follow through on. Money can't buy happiness. After working himself out of poverty, Mine'd grown into the reality that he's hardly any more fulfilled. Proud, yes, secure too. Resentful to spend his fortune on solitude, of the people that surround him for a bit of cash. Nishikiyama is different. Mine has fostered the sentiments shared over some drinks, since. ]
If that's allβ
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]
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If that's allβ
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]