[It's so sweet, so simple, Therion's face really has no business flushing as hot as it does or his stomach getting so fluttery. One of his hands finds Atsushi's shoulder, and the other goes right back to his scarf once they part, pulling it high enough to cover even his nose.]
...Not bad.
[He feels stupid and shy and painfully young, like a teenager clumsy with the newness of contact. He is, in a way; he's so unused to it now.]
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...Not bad.
[He feels stupid and shy and painfully young, like a teenager clumsy with the newness of contact. He is, in a way; he's so unused to it now.]