[ As a narrow arm slips from a sleeve, and the perfect, mathematical subtlety of the waist's ogee curve is revealed, Sukuna's concern with Gojou, and with Gojou's hidden agenda abruptly dies. The blunt force of Sukuna's attention lands on Megumi now, his chin lowering, the room dissolving to nothing at all; as if anything outside of Sukuna's interest seemed to simply cease existing, cast aside with the blind disregard of a child. The honeyed light of the club catches the boy's eyes and stays within them, and Sukuna has never seen such a colour; not in combination with a thatch of black lashes, and a perfectly beautiful face. Sure, he hasn't stripped; at least not down to nakedness, but there will be time for all things, Sukuna supposes. He is not a patient man, but that does not mean that he cannot be patient.
His hand raises now, fingers unfurling in a gesture that commands and summons simultaneously; the black rings about his wrist showing dark and inky against his tanned forearm. ]
Come here.
[ Gojou watches, drinking with the hostess girls, and Sukuna keeps his hand held out, the palm open, fingers extended.
There are some people who fill a room with their smiles; Sukuna fills it to bursting, forces the air out of it, strangles it so that the attention of everyone is on him, and he reaches for Megumi now, and that attention turns to a vacuum, like dark water too thick to swim in. ]
My, my, [ He says, sidelong to Gojou, talking out of the side of his mouth in a comical little aside; the movement of his lip exposes a canine tooth, and while not remarkably shaped, the appearance of it at all is somewhat doggish. ] Where did you find this one.
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His hand raises now, fingers unfurling in a gesture that commands and summons simultaneously; the black rings about his wrist showing dark and inky against his tanned forearm. ]
Come here.
[ Gojou watches, drinking with the hostess girls, and Sukuna keeps his hand held out, the palm open, fingers extended.
There are some people who fill a room with their smiles; Sukuna fills it to bursting, forces the air out of it, strangles it so that the attention of everyone is on him, and he reaches for Megumi now, and that attention turns to a vacuum, like dark water too thick to swim in. ]
My, my, [ He says, sidelong to Gojou, talking out of the side of his mouth in a comical little aside; the movement of his lip exposes a canine tooth, and while not remarkably shaped, the appearance of it at all is somewhat doggish. ] Where did you find this one.
[ Dark red eyes don't leave Megumi's. ]
Where did he find you, hm? Megumi-chan.