"All that with such a frail, little body," Jiki mused, letting his fingers trail down the younger’s side. He slipped his fingertips underneath the fabric of his shirt, letting his familiar warmth seep into his skin. "You’re still not taking care of yourself properly." His other hand slipped into Sanggil’s dark hair, tangling in the soft tresses. "You would have given me a heart attack if you could. That’s funny, I don’t recall being anywhere close to being a pain in your ass recently."
” Both you and I know that I’m stronger than I look thought. Don’t deny that. “ He stated, almost gritting his teeth at the older male. He didn’t like to have his lithe frame pointed out like this, because he considered it a flaw himself. Cold fingers upon his skin almost makes him shudder and he lowers his eyebrows. ” And why do you care? Not like I can die either way you know. “ He shrugged. ” Heartattack? How the fuck would I have done that?“ He shakes his head. ” Are you trying to be funny? “