the roll of the wrist, the temporary panic. they weren't looking at the wristband; although they were somewhat sure that he didn't realize they weren't asking about it. brows pursed slightly, if they could get a better view...
" that isn't what i mean. "
tone flat, as if they had forgotten to even try to sound normal, to sound human. taro lifted their own gloved hand and pointed a finger at his wrist.
" below it. "
@heartbinders // cont.










