[ dextera’s expression twists into a wry smile—even without saying it, he’s clearly amused that guren would turn it back around on him. ]
I guess you’re right. I’m sorry.
[ he loves this contact, bruised and still bleeding in places as he is. it shows in every little movement, in the way he turns his face slightly into guren’s palm. ]
no subject
I guess you’re right. I’m sorry.
[ he loves this contact, bruised and still bleeding in places as he is. it shows in every little movement, in the way he turns his face slightly into guren’s palm. ]
I’m just surprised you’re asking.