   he’s not one to seek out others. company is always readily available, though not always wanted. rarely ever, in fact. takumi learned long ago how to throw enough bones to keep ‘em engaged but never enough to get familiar. familiarity was a privilege not to be so easily bestowed. time was always a necessity, takumi didn’t trust easily and loyalty required that hefty, irreplaceable investment. she’s the exception.Â
   he knows he’s wronged her. only, he can’t seem to decide whether or not he cares. or if he should care. does she think about it still? that whirlwind, juvenile relationship that somehow felt irresponsible - more so than his endless list of thrown away lovers and one night affairs. he seeks her out regardless, knowing somewhere deep within him that his presence is a curse and if any sense of morality remained within him he’d turn around, straight back to his current lackluster lodging. but he wants to see her and desire always took top priority.Â
   ‘ lonely? ’ he inquires. for a brief moment, he’s impassive, then the slightest of smirks tugs at his lips. the only smile you’ll ever see on suda takumi. in his adolescence he’d grinned freely though he despised his reflection for it, a predator baring its fangs, it was too transparent. or should he say inaccurate? Â
   she’s magnetic - it takes all his self control not to touch her immediately with that familiarity he only granted a select few and a familiarity he’d lost the right to have with her. his hands clench noticeably before he can catch himself and conceal them within pockets. ‘ miss me? ’ lips to ear, too close to be friendly - and here he was trying to stay civil. ‘ you haven’t changed a bit since i left . ’ he observes, it’s a compliment of course though he wouldn’t dare expand on it. @vfternccn
