[Mocking. Teasing. Sly words and a more sly touch, toying with his feelings and desires.]
[That's what Chikusa is expecting, and he squeezes his eyes shut with his breath held as the demon comes closer. So what a surprise it is when that palm slides along his face and has him look up, eyelids fluttering open again. His brows wrinkle in confusion at the words- or maybe it's the touch? It's... nicer than he was expecting.]
[Nicer than he's gotten to feel in a long time.]
I'm not going to perish from blood loss. [His lips twist in a frown, but it's half hearted. There are other questions on his mind.] I would have thought you'd gladly accept that kind of choice.
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[That's what Chikusa is expecting, and he squeezes his eyes shut with his breath held as the demon comes closer. So what a surprise it is when that palm slides along his face and has him look up, eyelids fluttering open again. His brows wrinkle in confusion at the words- or maybe it's the touch? It's... nicer than he was expecting.]
[Nicer than he's gotten to feel in a long time.]
I'm not going to perish from blood loss. [His lips twist in a frown, but it's half hearted. There are other questions on his mind.] I would have thought you'd gladly accept that kind of choice.