[ a fleck of a sound, not quite disagreement, as he bows his head a little -- doesn't lean into the touch, but can't quite shift away, either, from the brush of shiro's fingertips, flicking warm through all the blue shadows. there's a clipping running to grey and dust in a shaft of moonlight, a thousand betraying signs around them -- but his eyes turn up beneath the fringe: he isn't looking anywhere else. ]
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[ a fleck of a sound, not quite disagreement, as he bows his head a little -- doesn't lean into the touch, but can't quite shift away, either, from the brush of shiro's fingertips, flicking warm through all the blue shadows. there's a clipping running to grey and dust in a shaft of moonlight, a thousand betraying signs around them -- but his eyes turn up beneath the fringe: he isn't looking anywhere else. ]
Why're you even still up?