[his hand is sticky. his body feels…heavier by the second. but there’s a relief and contentment he can’t fully grasp filling him, and he doesn’t have the disposition to doubt it, despite the circumstances he’s been through.
Grey still feels warm. smells nice. his voice still tickles his ears, even though he has the wrong ears to tickle.
Manabu closes his eyes. restraint?] Don’t know what…restraint would be good for. You were already in my head.
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Grey still feels warm. smells nice. his voice still tickles his ears, even though he has the wrong ears to tickle.
Manabu closes his eyes. restraint?] Don’t know what…restraint would be good for. You were already in my head.