(at least, not in a way that soothes, distracts, or comforts. there's something special when he's here with the other, just a mix of feeling at ease and longing that he can't quite explain. most likely because claude won't come with him back home, but he can be salty about it later.
instead, manjiro tastes the bomb of sugar that implodes his tastebuds, and it feels perfect in every way. the smile is a bright one of joy, a rare sight, precious, nearly impossible.)
It's delicious...
(his poor heart...)
I think I much prefer you here, with me, too.
(it might be the glucose giving him a rush of adrenaline, of energy-- courage? that he leans forward to steal a kiss from claude's lips.
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(at least, not in a way that soothes, distracts, or comforts. there's something special when he's here with the other, just a mix of feeling at ease and longing that he can't quite explain. most likely because claude won't come with him back home, but he can be salty about it later.
instead, manjiro tastes the bomb of sugar that implodes his tastebuds, and it feels perfect in every way. the smile is a bright one of joy, a rare sight, precious, nearly impossible.)
It's delicious...
(his poor heart...)
I think I much prefer you here, with me, too.
(it might be the glucose giving him a rush of adrenaline, of energy-- courage? that he leans forward to steal a kiss from claude's lips.
fucking finally.)