For a split second, she tries to imagine a world without Togusa and her mind stutters. Even as she takes him for granted, being without him entirely feels impossible. Maybe after some sleep she'll head to the shrine and pray that he doesn't get sick of her.
His distaste for being shot draws an equally unhappy snort from her and a roll of eyes. As if this was as simple as what either of them wanted, anymore...
"That makes two of us." she grumbles, not quite having the nerve to meet his gaze.
Just a quick as she's wounded him, Mariko finds herself relieved that she's still in his good graces. Almost as quickly his seeking makes her want to squirm; she's not his superior or his boss or even anyone that important. He should be able to be as unfettered as she plays at being and do whatever he wants.
But if all he wants is her to stay and maybe a little fucking honesty from now on, she can't find it in herself to deny him.
"Whatever you want, Hitori." It's less supplication than it is a promise. She feels him relax, just from the way his grip eases and finally, their gazes meet again.
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His distaste for being shot draws an equally unhappy snort from her and a roll of eyes. As if this was as simple as what either of them wanted, anymore...
"That makes two of us." she grumbles, not quite having the nerve to meet his gaze.
Just a quick as she's wounded him, Mariko finds herself relieved that she's still in his good graces. Almost as quickly his seeking makes her want to squirm; she's not his superior or his boss or even anyone that important. He should be able to be as unfettered as she plays at being and do whatever he wants.
But if all he wants is her to stay and maybe a little fucking honesty from now on, she can't find it in herself to deny him.
"Whatever you want, Hitori." It's less supplication than it is a promise. She feels him relax, just from the way his grip eases and finally, their gazes meet again.
"I just need you to get better, okay?"