The loud sound of the chair slipping backwards while Souji stood, leaving the utensils on the table and moving to the doorway that leads to another room/corridor(?). His expression is one full of determination mixed with awkwardness, cheeks flushed, no less his amber orbs look into Sasha's green ones.]
I don't want the company of men.
[He doesn't want to think anymore. Thinking just brings more insecurity and what he's about to do.]
You said it yourself. I want your trust, and for you to trust me.
[No more second thoughts. He's a bushi.]
I want to show you how honest I am. With every kiss, with every touch... [///] ... with-- every whisper.
[A bushi does not go back on his word. Even to this.]
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The loud sound of the chair slipping backwards while Souji stood, leaving the utensils on the table and moving to the doorway that leads to another room/corridor(?). His expression is one full of determination mixed with awkwardness, cheeks flushed, no less his amber orbs look into Sasha's green ones.]
I don't want the company of men.
[He doesn't want to think anymore. Thinking just brings more insecurity and what he's about to do.]
You said it yourself. I want your trust, and for you to trust me.
[No more second thoughts. He's a bushi.]
I want to show you how honest I am. With every kiss, with every touch... [///] ... with-- every whisper.
[A bushi does not go back on his word. Even to this.]