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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[pushpin]

[ 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?

[chokuto]

[The eye contact is brief, furtive, stealing away as soon as contact is established — face tinted by another telling flush of color.]

That's not what I said.

[Yet it seems the longer this moment endures, the worse he tangles up the meaning of words. Communication remains a novelty unwrapped, his own directness serving to thwart intention due to the great depth of his inexperience; he doesn't want to trip over every step he treads, but it feels inevitable.]

I don't do it casually with just anyone. I'd rather we know each other first, before that. But — you aren't unattractive. [This is the best he can do.] I wouldn't be against it. In the future.