[Warmth, and unavoidable tugs at skin that threaten some of the more ragged abrasions across his chest. It prickles, not painfully, but enough to elicit a grunt and another tentative stretch. He's settling into the body at his side, even if it feels disappointingly small.
Weak.
That makes two of them - and Takasugi will always be more frustrated by his own inability to 'just tank shit' than anyone else's.
Blunt honesty ends Takasugi's line of conversation - he may have teased more, if opening his mouth wasn't such a chore. As he is, he simply accepts the concern as the sign of affection that it is, and doesn't spare a though to how schmoopy that may be.
They had just beaten the shit out of each other, after all.] Aa.
Don't get too hungry, laying like that. [One order traded for another, he'll shut his eye and - whether he relaxes or not - fall unconscious within moments.]
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Weak.
That makes two of them - and Takasugi will always be more frustrated by his own inability to 'just tank shit' than anyone else's.
Blunt honesty ends Takasugi's line of conversation - he may have teased more, if opening his mouth wasn't such a chore. As he is, he simply accepts the concern as the sign of affection that it is, and doesn't spare a though to how schmoopy that may be.
They had just beaten the shit out of each other, after all.] Aa.
Don't get too hungry, laying like that. [One order traded for another, he'll shut his eye and - whether he relaxes or not - fall unconscious within moments.]