[ at the question “don’t like it?”, choso shakes his head vigorously, but has yet to let go of the damn cigarette.
the second half has him looking up at Toji expectantly, a brow lofted and only one eye tearing up, threatening to drop a whole fat tear down his cough-red face. ]
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the second half has him looking up at Toji expectantly, a brow lofted and only one eye tearing up, threatening to drop a whole fat tear down his cough-red face. ]
What kind of game?