[Manabu startles by how suddenly things shifted - the breaking of that lightning-strike moment to something jarringly cold and untethered. he blinks a few times, eyes big, face flush, his head still tilted down in the same position it had been when they'd...
kissed...
he puts a hand over his hammering heart.]
Whoa... [eloquent, as ever.] That... [was unique.]
no subject
kissed...
he puts a hand over his hammering heart.]
Whoa... [eloquent, as ever.] That... [was unique.]