[Caesar's tempted to shove Sougo's face into the pillow right then and there. To flip them over, smother the man in the fabric, and figure out an alibi for what will be his first and only murder.
The urge grows stronger when those antlers poke under his chin and against the sore skin around his neck where the collar had been wrapped around.
The uneasy peace between them would be easy to snap, but he doesn't. The man's arms wrap around him and it doesn't feel bad. As on edge and bitter as he is about the entire situation, there's a mutual benefit in sitting here for the full ass minute he plans on staying.
The two minutes he'll sit here silently with his arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders because it makes him feel better to know he could strangle him at any minute. And he is, unfortunately, a man of his word.
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The urge grows stronger when those antlers poke under his chin and against the sore skin around his neck where the collar had been wrapped around.
The uneasy peace between them would be easy to snap, but he doesn't. The man's arms wrap around him and it doesn't feel bad. As on edge and bitter as he is about the entire situation, there's a mutual benefit in sitting here for the full ass minute he plans on staying.
The two minutes he'll sit here silently with his arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders because it makes him feel better to know he could strangle him at any minute. And he is, unfortunately, a man of his word.
Two whole fucking minutes.]
You're awful at this.