[ at once he lifts his head. the flush's still lingering at the edges, skimming color along the line of a cheekbone, threading heat beneath the slide of shiro's thumb. ]
. . . I just don't see how any of this adds up.
[ as he stares back, breaths slivering shallow - ]
Have you heard about anything weird at the Company?
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. . . I just don't see how any of this adds up.
[ as he stares back, breaths slivering shallow - ]
Have you heard about anything weird at the Company?