#gruntlegacy

Each passing moment saw Daisuke grow bald from tension. Had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have broken a sweat in the midst of such a secretive situation. But he? His guilt was two steps away from manifesting into a blaring siren. Fortunately Mercutio hadn’t noticed the blond stalk–– er, follow him for the past five minutes. Too preoccupied with a clothing rack, the young man stood at the bottom of the store, Daisuke right behind him.

            “ ... now that’s                one ugly coat!  ” 

         ❛      ————  merc ....?      ❜   the way she calls his name is soft, the lilt in her tone a gentle way to draw his attention to her. there’s a flutter in her chest, and a warm flush on her neck, leading her to be quite unsure what to make of it, as she drums on the glittery phone case in her small hands instead of brushing against his shoulder, or perhaps his hand ... but that though only serves to make her thoughts a bit more scrambled.   ❛      ————  hm ... you know, i really do like your tattoos. they’re very pretty ...     ❜

                 ❝   –––––  Sun  burns  my skin.   ❞