Mm, [ a pleasant little sigh, sinking into all the affection Gojou has to offer. they're practically invisible in this town, the strange kids who come from the private religious school and only ever keep to themselves. the whole world narrows down into their little bubble, entertaining only what can enrich and enliven it: sweet, purring kisses and the shivery touch of fingers dipping down a little too low. ]
[ his lidded gaze flickers between Gojou's kiss-bittin lip and his offered arm, back up again. he takes it in his matching arm; the one closer to Satoru as they walk is tucked into a back pocket of those fitted slacks. ]
I'm starving, [ and he says it with all manner of hunger in dark eyes, pupils blown wide and attentive. a curiosity lingers, however... ] But don't you think we're a little mismatched?
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[ his lidded gaze flickers between Gojou's kiss-bittin lip and his offered arm, back up again. he takes it in his matching arm; the one closer to Satoru as they walk is tucked into a back pocket of those fitted slacks. ]
I'm starving, [ and he says it with all manner of hunger in dark eyes, pupils blown wide and attentive. a curiosity lingers, however... ] But don't you think we're a little mismatched?