[ There's something about it. Maybe it's the fact that it burns just like his does, or maybe it's because he hides it behind his bangs β a peek at the monster lurking beneath the fringe. It's like a challenge, that he cannot help but rise to meet it. ]
Some people, hm?
[ He lets him tug him close, lets him slot them together, like they fit. They shouldn't fit β but perhaps it was inevitable that they would. His leg brushed up against him, a thin thigh against his side, bumping up against it. ]
Well, next time morale starts to flag... perhaps it's best if I find you?
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Some people, hm?
[ He lets him tug him close, lets him slot them together, like they fit. They shouldn't fit β but perhaps it was inevitable that they would. His leg brushed up against him, a thin thigh against his side, bumping up against it. ]
Well, next time morale starts to flag... perhaps it's best if I find you?