#knifefites

          A slender hand, more bone than flesh, is proffered with fingers elegantly      outstretched. Their mirrors rest upon the ruffled breast of his uniform, o’er      a hollow cage that once held a heart fluttering with life and passion --- but      no longer. He is silent in the otherwise empty studio, only he and the other,      who seems to be lost, occupying the space. It is almost as though he is      asking him to dance.

“Don’t you trust me, Firo?” Claire asks, cupping his hands over Firo’s. “I would never hurt you, even when taking risks. My only concern is your health and making sure you are happy and safe--- if you really want to wait then I understand. Or is it that you first want to gain experience before?”

“You don’t need glasses to look good, Firo. Honestly, you look fine with and without.”

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