at least, he takes no offense. he has always been like this. his shift from mafioso to detective did nothing to curb bad habits. he still drinks nights away, flirts, finds himself in a bed or another. a box back in yokohama hides a ton of love letters of encounters he left the next day and never looked back.
there's a moment there where he hums, eyes looking up in feigned thought before he finds the answer that had always sat on his tongue.)
Bend you over this table, naturally! Would you also be this easy?
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at least, he takes no offense. he has always been like this. his shift from mafioso to detective did nothing to curb bad habits. he still drinks nights away, flirts, finds himself in a bed or another. a box back in yokohama hides a ton of love letters of encounters he left the next day and never looked back.
there's a moment there where he hums, eyes looking up in feigned thought before he finds the answer that had always sat on his tongue.)
Bend you over this table, naturally! Would you also be this easy?