[ He laughs quietly at that - at how he says this, at the desire that coils within Byakuran when he says it. He gently takes the glass away when the glass is drained and waits, fingers moving over Kakashi's.
He's closer now, the tiny sips he had of the wine spread on his tongue, just barely enough evidence that he had been drinking as well. Knocking the empty glass over, he twines his fingers with his uncle's, pale mischief in soft lavender eyes.
He's moving, now - closing in his silken web, wrapping around Kakashi so sweetly that he can never leave. ] It's because I have something to confess to you.
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He's closer now, the tiny sips he had of the wine spread on his tongue, just barely enough evidence that he had been drinking as well. Knocking the empty glass over, he twines his fingers with his uncle's, pale mischief in soft lavender eyes.
He's moving, now - closing in his silken web, wrapping around Kakashi so sweetly that he can never leave. ] It's because I have something to confess to you.