Years of hardening his heart and keeping his head down have never really managed to drive an untouchable pocket of innocence out of Yamagi's core, a reaction all too instinctive rather than practiced. He's always been among the artless ones, heart on his sleeves and words stumbling on his tongue.
All the late night, alcohol fueled musings with strangers have never quite knocked that out of him, nor dimmed the pink quickly rising to his cheeks.
"Besides, you need to earn the money to take me out somehow."
Ends of sheets fitted and tucked, lip stuck between his teeth, Yamagi braces himself for a particular response.
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Years of hardening his heart and keeping his head down have never really managed to drive an untouchable pocket of innocence out of Yamagi's core, a reaction all too instinctive rather than practiced. He's always been among the artless ones, heart on his sleeves and words stumbling on his tongue.
All the late night, alcohol fueled musings with strangers have never quite knocked that out of him, nor dimmed the pink quickly rising to his cheeks.
"Besides, you need to earn the money to take me out somehow."
Ends of sheets fitted and tucked, lip stuck between his teeth, Yamagi braces himself for a particular response.