[ for a few seconds, anri's obediently still, meeting the older man's gaze as fearlessly as ever. when that comes out of his mouth, though, he freezes, silent, staring hard as he searches for any sign of a tell. when he doesn't find one, green eyes narrow thoughtfully. --this man is claiming to be a reaper, a shinigami. and normally, anri might laugh something like this off. madmen aren't unusual in the circles anri moves in. but this..? this isn't the claim of a madman.
and if he's not lying and he's not mad, then.. well, what's left? it has to be the truth, then, doesn't it. ]
.. Huh. [ he presses close again, reaching up with the hand not still curled around the other man, pushing his hair back behind an ear. he leans up, then, lips catching juushirou's in a firm, coaxing kiss. before the other man has a chance to react one way or another, though, he's dropping back onto his heels again, tongue darting out to swipe over his mouth. ] I always wondered what it would be like to kiss Death. You taste sweet.
[ he grins, shameless, reaching up to tweak the other man's chin before shifting to start them moving again. ]
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and if he's not lying and he's not mad, then.. well, what's left? it has to be the truth, then, doesn't it. ]
.. Huh. [ he presses close again, reaching up with the hand not still curled around the other man, pushing his hair back behind an ear. he leans up, then, lips catching juushirou's in a firm, coaxing kiss. before the other man has a chance to react one way or another, though, he's dropping back onto his heels again, tongue darting out to swipe over his mouth. ] I always wondered what it would be like to kiss Death. You taste sweet.
[ he grins, shameless, reaching up to tweak the other man's chin before shifting to start them moving again. ]