[ ...it's surprisingly simple. But simple speaks to him, especially when there's that extra bit of experience to back it up. Something that can't be faked. Mikazuki doesn't lean in to match, staying propped on his knees, but maybe the urge exists to for a moment. Because of what, the heat? The smell?
Something like that. A breath leaves his nose, like he's impressed. Those wiggly fingers prompt him to lift his hand again, pushing the tips of his fingers to Keaton's palm. ]
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Something like that. A breath leaves his nose, like he's impressed. Those wiggly fingers prompt him to lift his hand again, pushing the tips of his fingers to Keaton's palm. ]
What do liars taste like?