Raspberry Fields // Jinki and Jinwoo
“B- but aren’t we still outside?” The slight breeze was enough inclination to answer his question. The alcohol pulsing through Jinwoo’s half-human veins had chilled his mind out, but not fully. It would take an actual act of god or some higher being to knock Jinwoo’s freight-train jumping thought process out completely. Senses melded and sensations affected in domino ways no one may ever understand. Blame whatever ridiculously sophisticated alien technology caused his current case of-
“Your voice tastes like raspberries.”
Jinwoo let his hand grasp onto the man’s arm, not because he couldn’t stand but because he needed the contact to feel grounded. He was simply buzzed on drinks, but now even more buzzed on sensation. “Do you taste like them, too?” He mumbled against the jaw of the other male. The idea of continuing whatever had started in an outdoor setting was new, and the more he thought about it, exciting. The grip on his white cane tightened as he hovered curiously around, blindly. “What’s your name again mister raspberry?”
@jinki-ia