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🎀 ･ᴗ･ kome is speaking ... 🍙

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ATTACK ON @pixliidraws OF THEIR SONA GETTING TKED BY CHANCE !!!!

this was so hard for me to draw—i hate drawing men /silly /hsrs

@tickleartfight

I want to feel another's heartbeat, the expansion of lungs against our own. To hold someone's hand and to feel heat not of our own. To feel the heart beat blood across the skin and blood vessels that another person has. To feel. Contact.

"Well, Hoshi..."

Iugo mused the question swirling the freshly poured drink in his ochoko. Or at least made it look like he was thinking about it. Stealing another sly glance at the woman across from him. He didn't expect the feelings that were residing in his chest. He thought it would just simply leave with her departure from New Nevaeh. And yet he was drawn South to find her, to Eltisweiss. Had he not ran into Nowa that fateful day maybe he'd still be looking.

He drinks, drowning such a thought down with the wine. Iugo wasn't the type of person to dwell on what was. He preferred to look into what was at present and cautiously towards the future.

"I figured I'd finish this wine," he began, holding his gaze towards her. Clever and vexing, often reminding him of the kitsune legends of his homeland. "And then maybe...see where the night takes me."