@KageBlitz โ I AM NO PERVERT!!! โ
He says this as though he wishes to protect his reputation..
โ that..wasnโt my point, anyhow. Your appearance.. it makes me suspicious of something. โ
@KageBlitz An eyebrow quirks at that last partโ and so does his humor!
โPAHAHAHAHAHA!! You must jestโฆ!! Kotaro Fuuma prefers his mates to have much FULLER figures than yours!!โ
@hananoSatsujin โ Nevertheless, he supposes heโll let her have her way.
โ Run along, witch. As you always do. โ a snarky remark he allows himselfโฆ
โ .. youโll be back, anyhow. โ
Brutal tugging offset by a pair of lips meeting his opposites; bliss unexpected, yet remarkable. He supposes even witches have their faults; their vices. And if he is to be her vice? He ought to play the role.
One kiss after another age of disdain wouldโve never been enoughโ
Her gaze narrowed. Irises shining bright and pupils tightening like a feline gaze, she scoffed. โOn second thought, killing you is better.โ A firmer tug and the raise of her toes followed. Quick was the kiss she planted.
@hananoSatsujin โ adorned herself with.
Auburn optics taking a gaze upon her featuresโ flushed, evident of a brief submission to her desires, once again feigning disapproval of her own actions. It was frankly adorable, how human she actedโ and how vehemently she denies such.โ
He snickers through her comment, even as her tug of his long mane causes him to grit his teeth. For once, it seems as though he is taking something seriously.
Leaning close to her than even their space would allow, Fuuma remarks with a simple, โ Do it. โ
โLikening me to you? I haven't fallen so low.โ
Her knife remained pocketed, but her free hand rose with dangerous intent, forcing itself through the fiery hairs amd tugging firm, pulling him close.
โI won't repeat myself. Either you let me go or I slice off your wrist.โ
โ You, likewise, love hearing the sound of your voiceโ how vehemently you deny. โ
His loud, boisterous voice comes to an unsettling hush..
โ Me and you are no different. โ
โYou talk too much.โ
Perhaps a demonstration of her own conviction was just thatโ how her piercing blues met that fierce gaze of his, unwavering.
Cold.
โAnd that reminds me how you adore the sound of your own voice.โ
โ Iโd sooner be a man without a hand, unable to wield my blade, than a man without conviction. โ
Usually playful demeanor was deathly serious, for a chanceโ gaze upon her fierce, as much as it was gentleโ keeping her close.
This jerk... Maybe he's finally going to honor his title as the head of a respected clan, with how sharp he'd been behaving.
โEither you let me go or I slice off both of our wrists.โ