Ah, dammit. As soon as the blonde uttered his name, the gunner felt his face flush. He wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to kiss him badly. But he couldn’t No way, he couldn’t give into temptation.
“N-Nothing! I’m just, I just thought about a really cool nickname boss! Call me fettuccine!”
【 ✮ 】— Oh, sweet, pure innocence. Of course he couldn’t still see a thing, or even imagine what was happening. Only a faint sound of a heartbeat accelerating –and naively he thought it was because the gunner surely saw something related to the number four.
— Yet, he found himself frowning a little to what he said.
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