[ was it flirting? it's hard to tell, and yuuji didn't think much of it other than the fact— he is having fun. akira is enticing in many ways, and if he gets to enjoy the show without crossing any boundaries, then why not? he remains oblivious of any doubts the other might have, choosing to look upon their situation in an entertaining way to spend the night.
it's fine. totally fine— except, was it? there is something about this boy that kept him on the edge, and maybe it's not as innocent as yuuji is forcing himself to believe. sorcerers are always sensitive to the energy around them, and akira is certainly unique. with his kindness, there is also enmity; an odd mix that made yuuji perceive him in a certain way.
the spank was unexpected, and his eyes fluttered wide open; back straight. he glanced at the other, unsure of how he felt about it. this is new! he should be angry, right? however, he isn't. it's a good thing he's the type to get distracted easy, because- ]
Just 8?!! What do you mean it doesn't move? It's not supposed to???
[ isn't that exclusive to girls? he has never seen a guy with that kinda ass. he turns around, sighing and accepting the score; not really bothered to protest. he tilts his head, looking a bit disappointed as he muttered: ]
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it's fine. totally fine— except, was it? there is something about this boy that kept him on the edge, and maybe it's not as innocent as yuuji is forcing himself to believe. sorcerers are always sensitive to the energy around them, and akira is certainly unique. with his kindness, there is also enmity; an odd mix that made yuuji perceive him in a certain way.
the spank was unexpected, and his eyes fluttered wide open; back straight. he glanced at the other, unsure of how he felt about it. this is new! he should be angry, right? however, he isn't. it's a good thing he's the type to get distracted easy, because- ]
Just 8?!! What do you mean it doesn't move? It's not supposed to???
[ isn't that exclusive to girls? he has never seen a guy with that kinda ass. he turns around, sighing and accepting the score; not really bothered to protest. he tilts his head, looking a bit disappointed as he muttered: ]
... You're not easy to please.