[ he doesn’t know want to make of that. daan leaves and cloud swims through his thoughts, sinking in his own insecurity. was it a rejection? or an affirmation that he felt the same way? was he humoring him — doing this all out of pity?
cloud emerges, clad in his outfit from before. the corset and panties are draped over his arm. a hand grasps at daan’s shoulder, grip a tad stronger than usual, beckoning his attention. ]
…Hey. [ his voice is firm, low. ] …Did you…want to see each other again?
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cloud emerges, clad in his outfit from before. the corset and panties are draped over his arm. a hand grasps at daan’s shoulder, grip a tad stronger than usual, beckoning his attention. ]
…Hey. [ his voice is firm, low. ] …Did you…want to see each other again?
[ or did he fumble this? ]