leave it to the new year to make nezumi susceptible to rash decisions and copious amounts of alcohol. better yet, leave it to the drunk, horny strangers that manifest in public places on new year’s eve to infect him with their virus, bringing good tidings and STDs and all that other holly jolly drivel...or is that christmas ?
either way, when the clock strikes midnight, nezumi loses not a glass slipper but his ability to make good choices, kissing the first stranger he sees. it’s quick. to the point. there may or may not have been tongue. his fingers sweep along the man’s soft jaw as he pulls away, coming to rest lightly beneath his chin.
❛ you taste like fish, ❜ is what nezumi tells him, thumbing at the lipstick he’s accidentally smeared all over his mouth. ❛ i can’t stand seafood. ❜
happy new year to him, indeed. hand dropping from the other’s face, he angles himself away to watch the fireworks exploding over the water. is this even a celebration ? nezumi can’t think of anything particularly notable about this past year — and he won’t get his hopes up for the next, either. alfred, lord tennyson must be rolling in his grave.
❛ that wasn’t your first kiss, was it ? ❜ he drawls when he realizes the guy is still standing there, shellshocked. while nezumi is confident in his abilities, he doesn’t think a quick smooch is enough to warrant that reaction. ❛ i’m not ready to take that responsibility. ❜ continued / @mizuketsugo
