[ He doesn't reply to what Fushimi says except to hiss in pain as he's dragged back by his hair. He twists in his grip, trying to get away from the vampire. The towel wrapped around Yata's hips loosens and starts to droop.
He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.
The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]
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He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.
The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]