The Son of To-Oh's Brightest

He sighed deeply through his nose.

He had to be at least somewhat friendly towards his son, if he wanted the boy to follow in his footsteps.

At least Takada had a bit less of annoyance to her.

An eye twitch. That was the mere indication of how much Light had hated to be interrupted— but he nevertheless forced his sort of mask onto his face. A mask that was not like the way it had used to be.

‘‘Yeah?’‘

✮; For my muses reaction to yours sneaking under the desk and kissing their crotch while they’re playing games/working.

Damien froze. As he was playing one of the many computer games he owned for his laptop, he felt a presence underneath the table by his legs. Before he could acknowledge it, or even move, something was touching between his legs. It didn’t even feel like a hand… More like a head. And he was only wearing boxers.

He peaked under.

                  ” … Junior?”

✮; For my muses reaction to yours sneaking under the desk and kissing their crotch while they’re playing games/working.

Damien froze. As he was playing one of the many computer games he owned for his laptop, he felt a presence underneath the table by his legs. Before he could acknowledge it, or even move, something was touching between his legs. It didn’t even feel like a hand… More like a head. And he was only wearing boxers.

He peaked under.

                  ” … Junior?”

[text]; sorry i left so fast this morning. the overwhelming sense of shame was choking me to death.

✮; For my muses reaction to yours sneaking under the desk and kissing their crotch while they’re playing games/working.

Damien froze. As he was playing one of the many computer games he owned for his laptop, he felt a presence underneath the table by his legs. Before he could acknowledge it, or even move, something was touching between his legs. It didn’t even feel like a hand… More like a head. And he was only wearing boxers.

He peaked under.

                  ” … Junior?”

✮; For my muses reaction to yours sneaking under the desk and kissing their crotch while they’re playing games/working.

Damien froze. As he was playing one of the many computer games he owned for his laptop, he felt a presence underneath the table by his legs. Before he could acknowledge it, or even move, something was touching between his legs. It didn’t even feel like a hand… More like a head. And he was only wearing boxers.

He peaked under.

                  ” … Junior?”

[text]; sorry i left so fast this morning. the overwhelming sense of shame was choking me to death.

[text]; sorry i left so fast this morning. the overwhelming sense of shame was choking me to death.

✮; For my muses reaction to yours sneaking under the desk and kissing their crotch while they’re playing games/working.

Damien froze. As he was playing one of the many computer games he owned for his laptop, he felt a presence underneath the table by his legs. Before he could acknowledge it, or even move, something was touching between his legs. It didn’t even feel like a hand… More like a head. And he was only wearing boxers.

He peaked under.

                  ” … Junior?”