[ you're still such a gremlin, satoru. what's he going to do with you? suguru licks the gloss off his own lips, and perhaps it's just like chasing the taste of him, just a little (a lot).
and ohhhh, you've got him thinking about the strawberry flavored gloss, and how, back in the day, suguru had been tempted to kiss him, too. funny how the memories come back all at once -- and funny how back then, satoru might have let him taste it. would he have? ]
I like strawberry.
[ he says absently; granted, it's not so much the actual flavor/fruit as it is the thing satoru's wearing, and before he can stop himself, he tugs him closer by the collar, pretending to look contemplative. ]
Is it really unflavored? You should let me taste it again.
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and ohhhh, you've got him thinking about the strawberry flavored gloss, and how, back in the day, suguru had been tempted to kiss him, too. funny how the memories come back all at once -- and funny how back then, satoru might have let him taste it. would he have? ]
I like strawberry.
[ he says absently; granted, it's not so much the actual flavor/fruit as it is the thing satoru's wearing, and before he can stop himself, he tugs him closer by the collar, pretending to look contemplative. ]
Is it really unflavored? You should let me taste it again.