[Stark white, splattered in blood, isn't an aesthetic Takasugi minds. It brings to mind the image of a demon, fearsome and wild as more and more becomes eschewed by red. He's never seen Solomon so frenzied - just unfortunately stained - but if his gift becomes subject to such an outburst, he'll consider it a gesture of gratitude.
In the moment Takasugi lets his eyes linger on the way the fabric folds over Solomon's skin, the man promises to deny him that favor.
He regards the dulled sentiment without a smile. Without a response beyond tilting his head along with Solomon's hand. The physicality catches him, too gentle to suit either one of them.]
Oh?
Then what will you wear now?
[Or will Solomon just become the shirtless wonder?]
what a cute tag u gave me
In the moment Takasugi lets his eyes linger on the way the fabric folds over Solomon's skin, the man promises to deny him that favor.
He regards the dulled sentiment without a smile. Without a response beyond tilting his head along with Solomon's hand. The physicality catches him, too gentle to suit either one of them.]
Oh?
Then what will you wear now?
[Or will Solomon just become the shirtless wonder?]