[ Nishitani doesn't mind the claws in his skin, his flesh, instead brings his hands to Izo's and touches his wrist, feather light, against his pulse. You're here, now, the touch says, And so am I. ]
Fucking cops. [ Any day, any century, any era. The sentiment stands. ]
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Fucking cops. [ Any day, any century, any era. The sentiment stands. ]