[Tsukikage wouldn't say he was contact or touch-starved but intimacy had been a stranger to him, both from culture and his own unique upbringing. Tsukikage feels the blood rush to his cheeks yet again as Speedwagon speaks so simply and honestly. His heart flutters in his chest as he looks up seriously at Speedwagon.]
I see... [Tsukikage brushes the hair off his own face and gives a sheepish look.] Can... Can you close your eyes?
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I see... [Tsukikage brushes the hair off his own face and gives a sheepish look.] Can... Can you close your eyes?