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sidling closer , eyes wide—— finger poking at the blade to make sure it was real .
excitement and ... a hint of disappointment . he wanted to gift kōsuke a pair himself .
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he * was smiling because death spared his life despite the reckless prank . is he to assume the other has developed a soft spot for him ?
yet what he witnesses materialising in front of his eyes is no laughing matter .
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Beat the odds, honestly. A cursory glance is cast across the premises, ensuring no lackluster mortal has elected to pry where they ought not. Satisfied, he lifts a foot. Darkness gathers beneath the smooth arch of his sole, shadows coalescing and hardening until a
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perhaps the pose is rather melodramatic , yet gaze refuses to lift— turning away once more with an audible huff that attests to his discontent . a mood so dire that were the other a simple mortal being , would surely feel remorse .
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There sits the picture of wounded dignity itself—back turned, shoulders rigid, every line of his posture radiating discontent so dramatic it borders on theatrical. The observation drifts forth, light with amusement. No sympathy whatsoever, steps closer to loom before him and a
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but curiosity has always won over fear . when the time comes , he will not bargain , but follow the reaper wherever he may lead .
late—— yes ! one last grin thrown over shoulder before he makes way towards the ice .
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that is exactly what he believes—— his life has no half - measures . no room for regrets or fear . is that not what brought death's attention upon himself ? he will not deny a level of trepidation felt upon his gaze ,
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How peculiar. Mortals spent their entire lives fleeing him. Is he to bargain? Yet here stood one who willingly hurled himself toward ruin with both arms outstretched. It’s a little too simple to perceive it as ‘wanting to die’.
Is that what he tells himself? That a life not
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how will he skate of he doesn't have the correct footwear ? the figure skater isn't aware of reaper mechanics ... he was merely going on what he knows .
alive and grinning—— perhaps he should tease the other more often .
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whatever made him conclude the fact he needed such footwear in order to skate, less functional perks of being a reaper.
Minced meat is still half alive, consider him spared in some sort of way.
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he is implying that his tongue shouldn't have been held at all ! let alone having to endure the humiliation of own spittle wiped on his shirt . he knows he cannot berate the other—— but back is turned , sulking .
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Dejected? Scoffs. Is he implying that he had wished his tongue was withheld for a longer period of time? Ludicrous meaning of this.. what a poor excuse to know of taste.
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willingly he gives it— to ice and person alike . is it truly a life worth living if you don't give it your all ?
forgive him , it is still a surprise that death himself wants to watch him skate ... confirmation was needed .
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he has no such desire— has heard far worse spilling from others lips . even own mind gives no reprieve from self - deprecating tirade . and yet there is nothing he can do to stop the sacrifice of own heart .
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A loser, a feeble little fool, does he desire to hear the ongoing lists? Lest it would humor him some more, popcorn with purin flavoring shall be requested for further entertainment. That endless gentleness spilling so naturally from the skater unsettles him in ways carnage never
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the humiliation continues , reminding the figure skater of his place . even as the reaper's hand touches upon his shirt , a look of dejected acceptance covers his features . though gaze does flick up with a tentative glare .
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Enough? Nonsense, it is inadequate, barely close to satiation, even. Two fingers release their hold upon slicked tongue, wiping splayed spit against skater's apparel.
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had i not told you , i would have been mince - meat by now ! you ruined your own surprise !
boot dropped dejectedly on ground , lips pursing . he doesn't want to skate with kōsuke anymore ...
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at that , eyes droop , revelling in kiss after kiss . breath is held as though worried the slightest movement will scare the other off . fingers curl tighter at yejun's waist , loath to let go .
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" he's a hockey player . maybe you've heard of him ? " he continues to tease . laughter breaks out at his next comment , eyes crinkling into crescents , " no , you can't take it back now ! "
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❝ I wonder who you could possibly be talking about . ❞ more than well aware* but he loves to hear doyoon say it . ❝ mmhm , then I'm your bulky bunny . wait .. that was so weird and cringy . ❞
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" and * who i want , " he teases , lips curling as he gazes back at the other man . a head tilt , huff of amusement parting lips , " it's because you do . an oversized , bulky bunny . " nose poke .
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❝ I like when you know exactly what you want . ❞ his chocolate lying irises skim over the mans face a little more .. soaking it in .
❝ you know , I get told that a lot : that I look like a bunny . ❞
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and even though eyes water at the painful bite , he does not pull away . instead , fingers curl around yejun's waist , and a halfhearted " ow—— " is heard .
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