[ "Dangerous" is the right word to describe Nagahide right now. In a world that's foreign to him, in a land polluted by electricity and technology, the only thing keeping Nagahide tethered to some semblance of familiarity and comfort is the sweet, enticing smell of Vietnam's blood. She's timeless, soft and kind and obstinate— it's dizzying, how off-kilter she makes him feel. ]
...Hmph. So you finally noticed?
[ This time, he does bite her. His sharp canines break the surface of her skin, applying just enough pinpick pressure to form a bead of red that he licks off with a full-throated sigh of satisfaction. ]
Letting a man into your home like this... and letting him stay with you, in close quarters? You really have no sense of self-preservation.
[ Because it's not just that he worries about her, that he's offering the shared walks home. His real intentions are far from noble. ]
Would you let just anyone get close to you like this? [ His free hand steals down to her hip, toys with the hem of her shirt. ] ...Are you letting any other man get close to you when I'm not looking?
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...Hmph. So you finally noticed?
[ This time, he does bite her. His sharp canines break the surface of her skin, applying just enough pinpick pressure to form a bead of red that he licks off with a full-throated sigh of satisfaction. ]
Letting a man into your home like this... and letting him stay with you, in close quarters? You really have no sense of self-preservation.
[ Because it's not just that he worries about her, that he's offering the shared walks home. His real intentions are far from noble. ]
Would you let just anyone get close to you like this? [ His free hand steals down to her hip, toys with the hem of her shirt. ] ...Are you letting any other man get close to you when I'm not looking?