[Manabu fidgets, getting out of his slouch and pressing flush against Grey's chest with his own. it's warm, tingly... reminds him of the shower. except...
we're...going to have to wash the bedding again, aren't we, he thinks dimly as he winds his arms and legs around Grey.]
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we're...going to have to wash the bedding again, aren't we, he thinks dimly as he winds his arms and legs around Grey.]