[it takes a couple seconds to process words as words, so Manabu is left with his mouth hanging open and eyes half-lidded, chest heaving a bit more with the chance to catch his breath.
what? legs? oh, right…]
They’re fine. I’m…not tired. [his fingers curl into a light fist in Grey’s hair.] You’re not hurting me.
[pretty much the contrary as far as he’s concerned.]
no subject
what? legs? oh, right…]
They’re fine. I’m…not tired. [his fingers curl into a light fist in Grey’s hair.] You’re not hurting me.
[pretty much the contrary as far as he’s concerned.]