One demon is probably enough. Especially one like you.
[no bite in him this time. his lips are even touched by a smile, one that comes unbidden, one that jiho drops when he realizes that it's there. it comes with that same touch of panic, like he's showing too much, or feeling too much, and like either is the worst idea ever.
jiho glances down at the point of contact between them. what would he do if rook gathered him close? he doesn't even know that. he's divided on whether or not he wants to find out.
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[no bite in him this time. his lips are even touched by a smile, one that comes unbidden, one that jiho drops when he realizes that it's there. it comes with that same touch of panic, like he's showing too much, or feeling too much, and like either is the worst idea ever.
jiho glances down at the point of contact between them. what would he do if rook gathered him close? he doesn't even know that. he's divided on whether or not he wants to find out.
he goes to sit down at the table again.]
I make good tea. Don't let good tea get cold.