[Following orders, self-defense, defending his subordinates; the lives that Chuuya has taken have all been directly tied to his life as a mafioso, which is to be expected in that line of work, but he can’t remember ever just killing anyone for shits and giggles. That’s good, right?
Chuuya actually stops drinking for a moment, a bit taken aback at Atsushi’s words. This guy really is wise sometimes, huh? Or maybe he’s just regurgitating what he’s heard elsewhere, but still, it’s the thought that counts.]
A gentle heart, huh?
[Chuuya would never consider himself gentle, but he’s not an evil piece of shit either, so Atsushi isn’t entirely wrong. He’s also not wrong that being closer would be nice.
That doesn’t mean he’s ready to gush, though, drunk or not.]
Guess I won’t argue.
[It truly is a miracle!
Watch him steer away from feelings for a minute as he resumes drinking, eyes fixed intently on Atsushi’s arm.]
no subject
[Following orders, self-defense, defending his subordinates; the lives that Chuuya has taken have all been directly tied to his life as a mafioso, which is to be expected in that line of work, but he can’t remember ever just killing anyone for shits and giggles. That’s good, right?
Chuuya actually stops drinking for a moment, a bit taken aback at Atsushi’s words. This guy really is wise sometimes, huh? Or maybe he’s just regurgitating what he’s heard elsewhere, but still, it’s the thought that counts.]
A gentle heart, huh?
[Chuuya would never consider himself gentle, but he’s not an evil piece of shit either, so Atsushi isn’t entirely wrong. He’s also not wrong that being closer would be nice.
That doesn’t mean he’s ready to gush, though, drunk or not.]
Guess I won’t argue.
[It truly is a miracle!
Watch him steer away from feelings for a minute as he resumes drinking, eyes fixed intently on Atsushi’s arm.]
Diva said your fur is nice.
[Hint hint, soosh.]