Soubi doesn't have a more satisfying answer. He remembers the nightmare now that Ritsuka has called it something. Did it begin like this? The thought comes and recedes again like the waves down the beach. In the end, it doesn't matter to him where he is as long as Ritsuka is there.
His fingers slide into Ritsuka's hair again, gently ruffling before they slide along a cute little ear. Even half-drowned, Ritsuka is cute. With a quiet sigh, Soubi shifts so that he can sit in the sand. For the sake of his Sacrifice, he is careful not to flash too much bare skin as he does. Though, maybe making Ritsuka blush will warm him up.
"Are you hurt?"
He didn't see any fresh bruises, but he also can't see all of Ritsuka.
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Soubi doesn't have a more satisfying answer. He remembers the nightmare now that Ritsuka has called it something. Did it begin like this? The thought comes and recedes again like the waves down the beach. In the end, it doesn't matter to him where he is as long as Ritsuka is there.
His fingers slide into Ritsuka's hair again, gently ruffling before they slide along a cute little ear. Even half-drowned, Ritsuka is cute. With a quiet sigh, Soubi shifts so that he can sit in the sand. For the sake of his Sacrifice, he is careful not to flash too much bare skin as he does. Though, maybe making Ritsuka blush will warm him up.
"Are you hurt?"
He didn't see any fresh bruises, but he also can't see all of Ritsuka.