[ one arm bracing itself on the back of the couch, settling onto the turk's lap without missing a beat.
he'd met a turk once. she'd been absolutely nothing compared to this man - she'd been human, and touchable, readable even in the midst of a crisis. i know who you are could mean that he knew all of this... no. there was no could about it. his story isn't terribly unique - soldier washouts either went back home, took other positions within shinra, or eventually found their way to the don's arena. the only difference was that he'd started taking his clothes off for a living instead of beating people bloody for sport.
but that sort of remained a hobby.
his fingers skim down the man's chest, before he reaches back up to start undoing the clasp of the first layer of this stupid costume, hand returning to rest against his shoulder. an open invitation to take it off. ]
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he'd met a turk once. she'd been absolutely nothing compared to this man - she'd been human, and touchable, readable even in the midst of a crisis. i know who you are could mean that he knew all of this... no. there was no could about it. his story isn't terribly unique - soldier washouts either went back home, took other positions within shinra, or eventually found their way to the don's arena. the only difference was that he'd started taking his clothes off for a living instead of beating people bloody for sport.
but that sort of remained a hobby.
his fingers skim down the man's chest, before he reaches back up to start undoing the clasp of the first layer of this stupid costume, hand returning to rest against his shoulder. an open invitation to take it off. ]