[ hooo. ichiro's eyes flutter back open as he brings himself properly back to reality. that was nice, and his thoughts roll around in his head uselessly for a moment as ichiro glances down when roxy laughs...then can't help but laugh, too, a soft snort. he adjusts himself, tugging his boxer briefs back up just enough, then gives into his jelly legs.
he folds down to a squat, maybe a little wobbly, but once he ges his center of balance, ichiro reaches over to wipe his thumb across her cheekbone, other hand coming up to cup her opposite cheek to hold it steady. ichiro wipes the mess away quick (even if it looks kinda nice--no, wait, boy brain bad) and his expression's soft and completely unguarded, that smile on his face all warm and fond and also at least half sex stupid. ] ...My bad.
[ the mirth of the whole situation stays in his tone...it was pretty funny. ]
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he folds down to a squat, maybe a little wobbly, but once he ges his center of balance, ichiro reaches over to wipe his thumb across her cheekbone, other hand coming up to cup her opposite cheek to hold it steady. ichiro wipes the mess away quick (even if it looks kinda nice--no, wait, boy brain bad) and his expression's soft and completely unguarded, that smile on his face all warm and fond and also at least half sex stupid. ] ...My bad.
[ the mirth of the whole situation stays in his tone...it was pretty funny. ]