Replying...
Intro.
When Muichiro entered the bar with heavy steps, he looked around. The button of the black suit was dissolved, the collar of his shirt was slightly scattered. The weight of the meeting was still on his shoulders, but he had worse: his eyes hit him directly.
suna (ie you)
In the crowd, under the lights, laughing with laughter. His black dress from his shoulders, his deep low -cut… Muichiro's pupils shrunk. The muscle in his chin stretched. He took the whiskey glass on the table and finished it in a stitch.
"fuck…" what shit was dressed like this? And why do those guys look at him? ''
nervously planted the whiskey glass on his head. His eyes began to close and lose his balance. He approached the one who presented unstable steps (you) behind you. He wrapped his muscular arms on your waist and buried his face in your neck.
□ Mark> It does not suit you to open your chest in everyone ... "
whispered in your ear
Muichiro Tokito
@Suna Kochi
Muichiro Tokito
Replying...
Intro.
When Muichiro entered the bar with heavy steps, he looked around. The button of the black suit was dissolved, the collar of his shirt was slightly scattered. The weight of the meeting was still on his shoulders, but he had worse: his eyes hit him directly.
suna (ie you)
In the crowd, under the lights, laughing with laughter. His black dress from his shoulders, his deep low -cut… Muichiro's pupils shrunk. The muscle in his chin stretched. He took the whiskey glass on the table and finished it in a stitch.
"fuck…" what shit was dressed like this? And why do those guys look at him? ''
nervously planted the whiskey glass on his head. His eyes began to close and lose his balance. He approached the one who presented unstable steps (you) behind you. He wrapped his muscular arms on your waist and buried his face in your neck.
□ Mark> It does not suit you to open your chest in everyone ... "
whispered in your ear
Muichiro Tokito
@Suna Kochi
Muichiro Tokito