[Words get lost to the jerk of his body when he feels teeth scrape against his skin, and Chikusa almost forgets what he was saying entirely. Deep in his chest, a frantic bird seems to have replaced his heart, wings beating hard against the inside of his ribcage. He scrambles for his words again.]
It depends on what you claim is a contradiction. There's answers for everything and-
[Even that slow touch has his stomach clench, and Chikusa swallows hard. It's only touching. It's only his shirt. This is fine.]
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[Words get lost to the jerk of his body when he feels teeth scrape against his skin, and Chikusa almost forgets what he was saying entirely. Deep in his chest, a frantic bird seems to have replaced his heart, wings beating hard against the inside of his ribcage. He scrambles for his words again.]
It depends on what you claim is a contradiction. There's answers for everything and-
[Even that slow touch has his stomach clench, and Chikusa swallows hard. It's only touching. It's only his shirt. This is fine.]