( he doesn't look up when he hears him approach. can tell even before he spots that familiar pair of shoes in his peripheral vision that it's kaiser. he only straightens up when kaiser sits down next to him, stupidly close, too close, but whatever. he's still got his shirt dumped carelessly over his lap, he hasn't showered but at least he's no longer sweaty.
isagi glances over and isn't surprised to see kaiser hasn't got the book in his hands. not exactly surprising. it's not really the book he wants anyway. it feels like he's been waiting for hours and his thoughts hasn't strayed much beyond wanting to...
he clenches his fist and sucks in a deep breath, but instead of swinging a punch at kaiser, he grabs a fistful of his shirt instead and leans in close as he pushes him roughly back against the wall, pressing his lips over his. he thinks... he wants... no, he needs to just purge this out of his system. he figures once he's done it, then he'll realize that...
oh. kaiser's lips are stupidly soft like a girl's. not that he knows what kissing a girl is like, but... it's just surprising. )
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isagi glances over and isn't surprised to see kaiser hasn't got the book in his hands. not exactly surprising. it's not really the book he wants anyway. it feels like he's been waiting for hours and his thoughts hasn't strayed much beyond wanting to...
he clenches his fist and sucks in a deep breath, but instead of swinging a punch at kaiser, he grabs a fistful of his shirt instead and leans in close as he pushes him roughly back against the wall, pressing his lips over his. he thinks... he wants... no, he needs to just purge this out of his system. he figures once he's done it, then he'll realize that...
oh. kaiser's lips are stupidly soft like a girl's. not that he knows what kissing a girl is like, but... it's just surprising. )