teeth nip the helix of his ear. she doesn't like when he's quiet for too long a time. while she could never read his mind or anticipate his next move, iori found solace in knowing his routine. and how wonderful is it to know someone's routine? to be able to know exactly when to get a meal ready in accordance to their waking up. to know just what program they put on the television before sun shifts into moon. to look at the clock at realize when they've technically overslept.
breakfast cools on the table, the radio plays advertisements on an upcoming science fiction film, and he has yet to emerge from the blankets. her form drapes over him, bangs tickling his temple and her fingernails lightly rake down the length of a bicep. utahime coos his name in a way she would not admit to doing outside the confines of her very bedroom, " you'll be late for your outing with the kids, you know? "
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