"Just slap me back to sense if I spout nonsense," he chuckles, joking clearly, but his hand lowers anyway, cradling her arm in his own. Fingers tracing the area around her wrist, specifically the green smudge that had started to fade. His pinky, the point where most of Azathoth's powers that helped him recover from his injuries were concentrated, glowed the slightest shade of gold when it traced that skin.
His mouth tasted sweet. His mind buzzed pleasantly, and his insides felt warm.
"I wouldn't take this back for the world anyway."
Those minutes had slowly turned into an hour. In the quiet of the night, with the easy buzzing of the cicadas. It didn't take long until Takuto reached for her hand again and they both decided to walk home again. A home that others would call the lab of sorrow but it was where they found their solace.
Takuto left Kuon's washroom, face cold with water, while droplets collected and collapsed in a quiet rhythm from the tips of his bangs. The heat was...really something, even against his own palace that had a built-in air-conditioner. Maybe it was the alcohol's effect, still lingering in his system as he yawned into his hand before scratching his forehead.
Stretching his arms over his head, his shirt scooted up a bit as he adjusted it.
He unbuttons the first two buttons that practically hugged his neck in the heat.
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His pinky, the point where most of Azathoth's powers that helped him recover from his injuries were concentrated, glowed the slightest shade of gold when it traced that skin.
His mouth tasted sweet. His mind buzzed pleasantly, and his insides felt warm.
"I wouldn't take this back for the world anyway."
Those minutes had slowly turned into an hour. In the quiet of the night, with the easy buzzing of the cicadas. It didn't take long until Takuto reached for her hand again and they both decided to walk home again. A home that others would call the lab of sorrow but it was where they found their solace.
Takuto left Kuon's washroom, face cold with water, while droplets collected and collapsed in a quiet rhythm from the tips of his bangs. The heat was...really something, even against his own palace that had a built-in air-conditioner. Maybe it was the alcohol's effect, still lingering in his system as he yawned into his hand before scratching his forehead.
Stretching his arms over his head, his shirt scooted up a bit as he adjusted it.
He unbuttons the first two buttons that practically hugged his neck in the heat.