The biggest death-glare, ever, in existence ; that singular eye is glaring into the other's soul.
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❝ An itch that means taking you to an alleyway. ❞
Nonchalant, he continues on with a grin.
❝ Oh-ho? You'll actually going to take me out to eat? C'mon then, grab my hand and pull me along. ❞
Placing him back down, he holds out his hand with a slick grin.
Instead of saying anything, he just lifts him up for a forehead kiss.
... Then places him back on his feet, clapping as if he did the flip.
Raising an eyebrow, his singular eye remains focused on the man. He didn't expect things to go that smoothly... especially with his own appearance. Silent at first, he soon shrugs.
❝ A certain itch.
That, or just the nearest restaurant from here. Starving. ❞










