[ Ryo's lips linger against Dextera's skin for a long moment before he pulls away, his cool gaze resting on Dextera's face. He's blushing—that's almost endearing. Almost. ]
We should sit down somewhere.
[ He feels silly standing there holding hands in the middle of the street, and he'd like a small reprieve from feeling like he might fall over any second. He hates these fucking shoes. ]
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We should sit down somewhere.
[ He feels silly standing there holding hands in the middle of the street, and he'd like a small reprieve from feeling like he might fall over any second. He hates these fucking shoes. ]