[ Aoba had used his voice, THAT voice, the one he reserves for annoying customers, for enlisting a spy's help in rescuing Granny, to bring bad, rough men to their knees or to chase away a friend's dark moods. As soon as he does, he feels a familiar ache pulse dully behind his eyes, the sounds outside of his mind slowly being drowned out by the hiss of static and the hard thud of a pulse.
...estroy
...壊セ
Destroy
His voice echoes in his head as he brings Karamatsu around to face him. He's distantly aware that Karamatsu yields easily, as if needing little prompting to turn, as if he had intended to anyway. He's about to say the words, 'I'll enter your mind and destroy a piece of you.' But...
Destr--...
Suddenly the growing din of his heart and the sharp pain that carves through his temples stops, the static and voice is gone. It's startlingly quiet, and finally Karamatsu's words register, so distant just a moment ago. In the span of a blink, Aoba's eyes flicker back to that blend of green and brown as he tips forward. Something is warm against his mouth, stopping his voice and his breath.
He said, 'Let me get away with something', and 'just this once'... Aoba only realizes what that something is too late. Frozen in shock, Aoba finds himself tipped forward at the hand on his chin guiding him toward Karamatsu, one hand braced on the cushion they share, the other resting with a loosely closed fist on one of his legs.
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...壊セ
Destroy
His voice echoes in his head as he brings Karamatsu around to face him. He's distantly aware that Karamatsu yields easily, as if needing little prompting to turn, as if he had intended to anyway. He's about to say the words, 'I'll enter your mind and destroy a piece of you.' But...
Suddenly the growing din of his heart and the sharp pain that carves through his temples stops, the static and voice is gone. It's startlingly quiet, and finally Karamatsu's words register, so distant just a moment ago. In the span of a blink, Aoba's eyes flicker back to that blend of green and brown as he tips forward. Something is warm against his mouth, stopping his voice and his breath.
He said, 'Let me get away with something', and 'just this once'... Aoba only realizes what that something is too late. Frozen in shock, Aoba finds himself tipped forward at the hand on his chin guiding him toward Karamatsu, one hand braced on the cushion they share, the other resting with a loosely closed fist on one of his legs.
Eh? What is he -- ]
...Mh?