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11: Collarbone Kiss

         ”ハッ … ハッハハッ…” escaped anemic brims, holding uncanny placidity within facial features, presenting a level of dementia that casual absurdity of expressions could not comprehend. Canting cranium downward, ebony tresses along with silver shades fell upon scarred hue, allowing hips traveling first and foremost, shoulders off center.

          “[何が…かわいい要求] What a …  cute request … ~,” hissed from his lips, gaze fixated upon the pink haired individual, eventually having height an advantage as he loomed above thee. 

         Indulged in the advance been granted, slender appendages of bandaging and non grasped themselves tenderly around outer rim of mechanic throat, thumbs grazing along flesh to have wandering lips to ghost over in tune ear, allowing voice to release,

         ”[あなたは…、そうだね、私を台無しに] Are you … spoiling me, Souda?”

         Now acting upon request, the despair ridden being allowed ashen lips to ghost upon the teenager’s neck, breath parted upon tender skin. Eyelids ghosting over optics at this point, his lips came to a halt above right clavicle, pressing teeth to flesh. A light tug, a tease, before lips came to collarbone, pressing upon them. Nipping at the area as well, his wandering phalanges to above chest, slid beneath vibrant attire and bland undershirt, plating kisses to clavicle, trailing the length of bone structure. A noticeable reddening to flesh had been left behind by partial strength to flesh accompanying pearly whites.

That’s exactly right, how did ya’ even do that, we jus’ ain’t know.. ((A A A A A AAAA A AATH ANK))

Maybe I, like, was a philosopher fer 2 seconds. Yeah. Smart people like that talk like that all th'time. Most philosophical thing I can think up is "why ain't there gonna be pizza in th'cafeteria tomorrow?"

… My head is hurtin’ by jus’ listenin’ to ya’ say all that, man. (( AAA A A A A ITS OKA Y SHHHHSH HSHSHSH IM N NOCO O LA A AAAAAAA ))

How I even managed t'say all that in th'first place s'a mystery t'me.

Well, ya’ see— I saw a few friends talkin’ about some thong and I decided to mess wit’ them. Seems like I made one of them upset, though. ((OH GO SHSGO LYL///// ITSOAK Y DEA R IM NOT IN THE BEST OF STATE OF MIND ATM EITHER///))

Oh.

Yeah, other other me's gettin' real sore 'bout it. An' I think other other other me's tryin' t'understand? I ain't sure. This is confusin'.

My head hurts.

I can explain.

but what if we are all wearin’ a thong, what then ishimaru-kun, /what then/.