[ choso is prepared. this time he breathes slow, tips his head up to open the airway as he lets Toji lead in this new game, this new dance of theirs. the motion brings choso closer, makes of them a picture of something more intimate than choso himself perceives them.
a fact, unchanging from the very first until now: choso kisses with his eyes open. point of fact, choso does most everything with eyes open, half-lidded and lazy-looking and so terribly, eerily intent. it's no different now, even as his eyes narrow and crinkle up at the corners, and as the white cloud of menthol smoke rolls over choso's tongue he cannot help but to marvel how different it tastes coming from Toji's.
Miracle of miracles, Choso doesn't cough it right back out. With the same measured care, he passes the smoke back. ]
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a fact, unchanging from the very first until now: choso kisses with his eyes open. point of fact, choso does most everything with eyes open, half-lidded and lazy-looking and so terribly, eerily intent. it's no different now, even as his eyes narrow and crinkle up at the corners, and as the white cloud of menthol smoke rolls over choso's tongue he cannot help but to marvel how different it tastes coming from Toji's.
Miracle of miracles, Choso doesn't cough it right back out. With the same measured care, he passes the smoke back. ]