[ There's confidence Mine isn't in a place to begin doubting, and neither does he want to. That it'd been good remains fact. That they'll do it again, too. His grasp resists enough for Nishikiyama to notice, but in the end he lets go easily. Mine feels and watches him shift and slip away. He views Nishikiyama shuffle around with his hair plastered to his own face at the rim of his vision. The carton in his bedside drawer is hidden in there, like it's something he keeps secret, despite having an ashtray set out on a coffee table in plain sight.
With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm only asking to tell you to stay, had you changed your mind.
[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
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With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
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[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm not letting you kick me out.
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[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
I'm glad you haven't.