[ with another light trail of his fingers against the curve of sunni's shoulder, seong pulls back into his own space, tongue tracing the feeling of teeth for a beat. there are boundaries that should be clear — not fair weather lines in the sand, but harsh grooves dug between them. too bad he's three and a half drinks deep in cheap vodka and sunni's proximity.

if nothing else makes him stupid as shit, it's the latter. that's a problem. seong isn't interested in fixing it, though. making it worse seems to be the only thing worth chasing after. ]

I've got a place in Tokyo. [ if sunni doesn't mind a little dust, but he's sure he does. the only fingerprints left in that apartment above the club are the ones he left the last time he was in japan. ] You're gonna have to really work at changing my mind about the places I don't like. You really think you're up for it?