ignorance truly is bliss. without a frame of reference for what the magician could do to him in a matter of seconds, Bardo is bold enough to continue the gentle rubbing to that coal-black ear. he has no way of knowing what the cosmetic similarities that this Ribika has with Konoe can entail, has no way of putting together dots and lines that haven't been introduced to him.
so— he laughs. soft, and under his breath. ]
You don't look like you want me to stop.
[ what a bully. Leaks' ears are like velvet, sleek and smooth, and Bardo runs his index over the flat of it. toys with the tip. ]
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ignorance truly is bliss. without a frame of reference for what the magician could do to him in a matter of seconds, Bardo is bold enough to continue the gentle rubbing to that coal-black ear. he has no way of knowing what the cosmetic similarities that this Ribika has with Konoe can entail, has no way of putting together dots and lines that haven't been introduced to him.
so— he laughs. soft, and under his breath. ]
You don't look like you want me to stop.
[ what a bully. Leaks' ears are like velvet, sleek and smooth, and Bardo runs his index over the flat of it. toys with the tip. ]