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          ❛  So like,  you know.  You know,  don't you?  ❜ HE BEATS AROUND THE BUSH AS USUAL,  FINGERS FIGURATIVELY TRACING PATTERNS.  They make marks of accusations against the tabletop.  Little suggestions.  Polite,  though necessary whispers of the latest gossip that he feels so very away from.  He smiles beneath the weight of it.  Doesn't bother to question what it could mean,  but curious notwithstanding prior assumption to not know,  not at all.  He rests his chin against his palm,  stays away from trouble.  He's been good at that lately.          ✧ @ilmortale

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          ❛  Gō,  it's really,  really hot.  ❜ HE'S COMPLAINING,  VIBRANTLY,  MUFFLED AGAINST THE CURVE OF HIS UPPER ARM.  He becomes partially distracted by an afterthought  (  is it the bicep,  a tricep  ;  do i even need to know this ?  )  before returning back to his original duty.  His skin is unapologetically sticky on every surface it touches.  His eyes flutter shut from habit.  Sleep's temptation is coveted with the sun as high as it is.  He doesn't reach for it.  He muffles his yawn.  A goddess,  or something,  from a hazy dream.          ✧ @sukoushi

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