[ this display, and all Guanshan does is shuffle around his sticky rice tepidly. it's a sweet proposition; he will not take him up on it. at least, not without some kind of desperate facilitation. his stomach is telling him not to trust him, but that thing's never been reliable either. still, Sasuke didn't take advantage of him, regardless of ample opportunities and that counts for plenty. ]
[ he hums with chopsticks in his mouth, a mix of contemplative and affirming... ]
So you do fuck, just not me? [ a lean forward, forcing them to make eye contact — and Guanshan pursues like a belly exposed. ] What, am I ugly?
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[ he hums with chopsticks in his mouth, a mix of contemplative and affirming... ]
So you do fuck, just not me? [ a lean forward, forcing them to make eye contact — and Guanshan pursues like a belly exposed. ] What, am I ugly?