[Aw. Leon was enjoying the cuddling. But sure, whatever; he rolls onto his back and stretches out, enjoying that too, looking down his own naked body.
. . . There's a little. Spot. On his stomach there, which he swipes up with his fingertip and considers sticking in his mouth for half a second, but then instead he wipes it on Togami's shoulder. That belongs to you, dude.]
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. . . There's a little. Spot. On his stomach there, which he swipes up with his fingertip and considers sticking in his mouth for half a second, but then instead he wipes it on Togami's shoulder. That belongs to you, dude.]
You're no fun, man.