[Those eyes Manabu sees won't look quite as mismatched as usual, with both pupils large and dark as he stares at Manabu with deep hunger.]
Ah...
[His entire body feels taut, a spring wound tight as it can go. When Manabu sweeps some hair aside Grey tilts his head towards Manabu's hand, unthinkingly chasing that gentle touch. His gaze remains firmly locked onto Manabu's face.]
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Ah...
[His entire body feels taut, a spring wound tight as it can go. When Manabu sweeps some hair aside Grey tilts his head towards Manabu's hand, unthinkingly chasing that gentle touch. His gaze remains firmly locked onto Manabu's face.]
Who am I, then? What do you think I am?