[Nothing like this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be innocent sharing and maybe a kiss but not... not this. And he's red-cheeked and he wonders how much of that blood lingers near his lips. He wonders is Mo Guanshan is going to always make him feel so weak. It's fine, of course. He's smiling and tilting his head a little to leave his neck exposed.]
["first"? why first? those words make him defensively curl towards it, drawing the blade a little away from him just in case he tries to reach, thumb kept pressing onto metal as the weight of the blade itself sags along his own jeans]
...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]
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[Nothing like this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be innocent sharing and maybe a kiss but not... not this. And he's red-cheeked and he wonders how much of that blood lingers near his lips. He wonders is Mo Guanshan is going to always make him feel so weak. It's fine, of course. He's smiling and tilting his head a little to leave his neck exposed.]
Then.... ah... please?
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...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]