[ What the fuck you two. Nathan squirms again, and he looks at Nariko in a new light. He bites his lip and reaches to take a long sip from his drink, wishing it were alcohol for once, even if he didn't really like getting drunk. More than nine. (NINE? WHERE?) less than twenty-
Might as well guess unlucky - ]
Thirteen.
[ Masaomi's smirk is now wide, like a cheshire cat. He looks even more amused than before at Nariko's reproach, leaning his hand over to tap at the bullseye on her chest. ... That was by far the silliest of the tattoos he'd picked out for her and if you asked him twenty years ago if it'd be his favorite he'd've said fuck no. But it was almost edging towards it now ]
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Might as well guess unlucky - ]
Thirteen.
[ Masaomi's smirk is now wide, like a cheshire cat. He looks even more amused than before at Nariko's reproach, leaning his hand over to tap at the bullseye on her chest. ... That was by far the silliest of the tattoos he'd picked out for her and if you asked him twenty years ago if it'd be his favorite he'd've said fuck no. But it was almost edging towards it now ]