[he says this - but mikazuki actually raises a hand at that, reaching past tsurumaru's phone and instead just letting his palm fit against the curve of tsurumaru's jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek. he tilts his head as he examines...]
This face... It is the one that broke someone's heart with an excuse of your apartment complex bursting into flames, no? You even requested I mimic a siren over the phone... [so placing it around their late college years, basically.] And the skin is smooth to touch - so at the very least, it is real in that sense.
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Oh? Good for you.
[he says this - but mikazuki actually raises a hand at that, reaching past tsurumaru's phone and instead just letting his palm fit against the curve of tsurumaru's jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek. he tilts his head as he examines...]
This face... It is the one that broke someone's heart with an excuse of your apartment complex bursting into flames, no? You even requested I mimic a siren over the phone... [so placing it around their late college years, basically.] And the skin is smooth to touch - so at the very least, it is real in that sense.