*Byakuran stayed silent, stroking his cheek. It was so strange and familiar... like old times. Before the mafia, before all of that business with the tres ni sette. It made his head hurt, it was just weird. He didn't know quite how to process it.
Carefully, he slid his arm around Shouichi's waist, pulling his arm over his shoulders for support while he tried to lead him to his bedroom.*
Come on... fieldtrip time, my sparkly little Shou-chan.
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Carefully, he slid his arm around Shouichi's waist, pulling his arm over his shoulders for support while he tried to lead him to his bedroom.*
Come on... fieldtrip time, my sparkly little Shou-chan.