@__babydot noticing yet another piece of pillow fluff stuck atop her head, he reached out and plucked it free.
Somehow.
Somehow.
There was still more.
“I am starting to think the fluff lives there now.”
@__babydot him.
“You know, Dot.”
His voice softened.
“You keep calling me old.”
His gaze drifted over the room.
Then back to her.
“But after tonight?”
A pause.
“I suddenly feel much older.”
Another glance toward the ruined curtain.
“I believe you have aged me five years.”
Then,
For a brief moment, The Tyrant went still when Yumichika’s hand settled over his.
Not because he disliked it.
Quite the opposite.
The gesture caught him off guard in a way that combat never could.
There was no challenge behind it. No expectation. No hidden motive. Just warmth
Comfortable.
Easy.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly as another thought struck him.
A dangerous one.
“If I meet this Captain Zaraki…”
The Tyrant tilted his head.
“Are you introducing us because you think we’d get along?”
A pause.
The faintest hint of suspicion appeared.
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