[ An amused huff of breath. Nishitani can insist it's the absolute truth all he wants, Majima's never going to co-sign it. Even when he does finally crack, his own self-aggrandizement is just a piece of theater. There is a hole inside of him where self-loathing has been living since well before he swore up. Maybe that's what truly owns Majima, far more than any of the other entities that would like to say they do.
His voice is low and throaty, teasing, ]
Nah, I hadn't noticed.
[ Really, Majima is just curious what it would feel like to be that infatuated with someone. Is it heaven, or is it hell? His considerations are cut short in favor of tightening his long legs at Nishitani's waist, breath catching briefly. Whichever it is, it's intense to be the object of affection; head full of endorphins and all the lines of good sense blurry. His tail is stuck at the bottom of this messy heap, flicking restlessly. ]
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His voice is low and throaty, teasing, ]
Nah, I hadn't noticed.
[ Really, Majima is just curious what it would feel like to be that infatuated with someone. Is it heaven, or is it hell? His considerations are cut short in favor of tightening his long legs at Nishitani's waist, breath catching briefly. Whichever it is, it's intense to be the object of affection; head full of endorphins and all the lines of good sense blurry. His tail is stuck at the bottom of this messy heap, flicking restlessly. ]