
‘ I didn’t picture you to be that sort of guy, Kiryuu-kun. ’ claimed with
false astonishment, burgundy hues eyeing said hunter warily. His fingers
barely touching clothed skin, hovering only a tad over his chest. A smirk
curling onto normally inexpressive thin lips. ‘ I don’t supposed, you too,
considers the wonders of surgery as did my little Yuuki? ’ he teases.