( the closer he is, especially now that he's gotten tori's permission, the more impatient he grows, but— ah, ah, he must be good and patient, just for a little while longer. a moment of feeding wasn't worth an eternity of tori's resentment. )
Of course.
( pushing himself up, he takes a seat beside tori and gently pulls him onto his lap, an arm steady at his waist. ah . . . he pauses, for a moment; tori really has grown. he recalls how much more little he felt, how his face was so much rounder and his cheeks rosier. he's small enough in stature that it's easy to forget how many years have passed, but . . . it's a little sad, a little bit, to think how many years of tori's growth he missed. was he okay, between when he left and before wataru took him in? was he happy all these years, or was he, as the monsieur feared, truly dissatisfied with his arrangements?
he brushes hair behind tori's ear, returning the gesture from earlier. )
Anything else? You don't have to be shy. I'll even let you choose where I press my teeth.
( a nice way to say "biting." miai's scared him and convinced him to offer him blood; the least he can do is spoil him a little bit to ease him into it. instinctively, too, he has a sense it'll be much easier on tori if he can somehow relax. )
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Of course.
( pushing himself up, he takes a seat beside tori and gently pulls him onto his lap, an arm steady at his waist. ah . . . he pauses, for a moment; tori really has grown. he recalls how much more little he felt, how his face was so much rounder and his cheeks rosier. he's small enough in stature that it's easy to forget how many years have passed, but . . . it's a little sad, a little bit, to think how many years of tori's growth he missed. was he okay, between when he left and before wataru took him in? was he happy all these years, or was he, as the monsieur feared, truly dissatisfied with his arrangements?
he brushes hair behind tori's ear, returning the gesture from earlier. )
Anything else? You don't have to be shy. I'll even let you choose where I press my teeth.
( a nice way to say "biting." miai's scared him and convinced him to offer him blood; the least he can do is spoil him a little bit to ease him into it. instinctively, too, he has a sense it'll be much easier on tori if he can somehow relax. )