[ he jerks a little at the flick, eyes widening in stunned surprise. no one touches him with that kind of friendly familiarity, and never has. anri's always the one to do it to other people-- shiro, jinzo, kochan.. those few who seem to, strangely enough, care about him for whatever bizarre reason. it's anri's job to smile, to reassure them, to be the strong one, no matter how weak his body should be. he'd clawed his way up out of the filth and the dirt to survive, to protect his brother, and he'd done things.. oh, the things he's done.

.. yeah, juuchan is a really weird guy.

to cover his momentary lapse, he gives him a sly sideways glance, a smirk crawling onto his lips at the offer. ] Maaaah, Juuchan, you can just come out and say it if you wanna' fuck me. I probably wouldn't charge you, either. You know, since you're cute and all. [ he lets that hang in the air for a few moments, then laughs again, slender arm tightening briefly around the other man in a teasing squeeze. ] You're right, though, Anri doesn't do a lot of cleaning.