[he lets his arms settle around higekiri's shoulders, then, apparently allowing this; chuuya's head tilts to let him have access to his neck, with a faint hum at the contact.
the choker's still there, letters peeking out beneath it, but not enough to read whatever's written on his skin.]
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the choker's still there, letters peeking out beneath it, but not enough to read whatever's written on his skin.]
I'll be fine, you know.