( He stays still as Mikazuki touches him, allowing it. He's used to being handled whether it's being taken by force or handled carefully. But Mikazuki's touch isn't like either of those. He can feel MIkazuki touch something vaguely wet on his face and he knows what it must be. And now it's on him too. That wouldn't do. Red doesn't suit Mikazuki the same way it does him and he reaches to brush away his hand, taking it in his own and using the edge of his other sleeve to wipe at his finger, )
More. ( He's amused by the own vagueness of his own answer, ) Why?
( Is he worried? He gives a small laugh, dismissing it, )
Don't worry, don't worry~ Too much and I wouldn't look like a crane at all.
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More. ( He's amused by the own vagueness of his own answer, ) Why?
( Is he worried? He gives a small laugh, dismissing it, )
Don't worry, don't worry~ Too much and I wouldn't look like a crane at all.