[ It's spoken after a long pause, and Byakuran doesn't look at him, settling for studying the red of the alcohol. His thumb smudges over the clear glass, unsettled. The man is good-looking in the confines of their home, the family resemblance near uncanny, and Byakuran cannot help but look up at him again.
Odd, really - the way he's charmed by him, but he's not disturbed about it in the least. It's much stronger, more potent for a reason, and he waits it out, looks for the perfect chance to strike. It's been long decided, after all - Byakuran wants him. And nothing is going to stop the teen from getting him. ]
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[ It's spoken after a long pause, and Byakuran doesn't look at him, settling for studying the red of the alcohol. His thumb smudges over the clear glass, unsettled. The man is good-looking in the confines of their home, the family resemblance near uncanny, and Byakuran cannot help but look up at him again.
Odd, really - the way he's charmed by him, but he's not disturbed about it in the least. It's much stronger, more potent for a reason, and he waits it out, looks for the perfect chance to strike. It's been long decided, after all - Byakuran wants him. And nothing is going to stop the teen from getting him. ]