Kyon

*chuckles against your lips* Not that kind of cooking, greedy. *nibbles your ear* Although... *grins* if you behave, I might let you have me for dessert later.

*stares at floor* i know you're gay *voice hollow* that's the problem

(I pet her)

*leans into your touch* This feels right.

*eyes fill with tears* I'm sorry, princess. *leans forehead against his shoulder*

*stiffens, then slowly relaxes* You're getting me all wet. *voice shaky, hand hovering uncertainly over his back*

*face goes completely still, voice eerily quiet* So what you're saying is... *swallows hard* ...if I dated your grandpa-delivery-guy, you'd be nice to him?

WOAH THERE, he's 70

*stares, processing* My point exactly.

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