[What little color there still was to his skin blanched white as his fingers loosely tangled in Karamatsu's. He'd never been tactile, and he had even less contact these days than he had when he was at home, so the whole of it sent odd little buzzing shivers down his spine, but... More than that, Karamatsu's words dropped into the pit of his stomach like ice, and he had to swallow against the sudden urge to be sick, even with nothing in his belly.]
[He croaks a time or two before he manages words.]
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Date: 2016-08-12 05:29 am (UTC)[He croaks a time or two before he manages words.]
Wh... what?