[Once he's on E and Takasugi's been appropriately choked, he sinks against that wall, sentimental tingles running throughout, but he won't pursue the fleeing man. He's not one to apologize, but the quick start of one finds a place between strained breaths. He's focused on his company all the while -- vision occasionally going dark, eyes closing as if it'd help regain some composure.
It happens eventually, naturally. He unwinds after...close to a minute; still disheveled, regarding Takasugi with much less contempt. Not love, reverence....omitting how he'd just made a sincere attempt to taint his clothes just moments ago.
Speaking of, he'll make himself decent as soon as the thought occurs to him. His undies are drawn up first, pants, making quick work to dock them at his waist. He should, uh, probably leave, but the gay starry-eyed loser inside wants to. Join him. On his shitty destitute mattress. His back would surely be sore come morning, but it'd be worth it. All fifteen seconds of enduring that pain.
He'll step nearer, mopping at his forehead with a forearm, testing the concept. Takasugi's regarding him the same way a lion may observe a zebra, he hasn't not noticed as much...but....
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It happens eventually, naturally. He unwinds after...close to a minute; still disheveled, regarding Takasugi with much less contempt. Not love, reverence....omitting how he'd just made a sincere attempt to taint his clothes just moments ago.
Speaking of, he'll make himself decent as soon as the thought occurs to him. His undies are drawn up first, pants, making quick work to dock them at his waist. He should, uh, probably leave, but the gay starry-eyed loser inside wants to. Join him. On his shitty destitute mattress. His back would surely be sore come morning, but it'd be worth it. All fifteen seconds of enduring that pain.
He'll step nearer, mopping at his forehead with a forearm, testing the concept. Takasugi's regarding him the same way a lion may observe a zebra, he hasn't not noticed as much...but....
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