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That man had to be the absolute WORSE.

Words more than peppered && sugar coated for the prodigy to certainly tempt him to DAMN himself in the end. It was like a branded SIN on his torso or was it more so just a symbol of being property to Sanae? Either way that deed was done, yet in a sense he was STILL a trump card even if things hadn't worked the way as planned. He was stuck in a rather limbo state of not being a reaper nor a player. Him being here was a taboo all on its own, but not as much as the bullshit the barista still put him through.

AGITATED was what the Leo Cantus felt going through the changes of his body. More so below the waist as it had been replaced with female genitalia. Not to mention the insufferable HEAT that came back and forth that left a strong scent of what would be similar to an animal in heat. He usually wore tank tops these days as it felt like his clothing was smothering him. All the more reason to keep himself distant from a certain someone as thoughts to punch him in the face would tend to waver to wanting to do other things to him. Would you call it hiding? Sho would deny it up and down to being even the slightest intimidated by him who seemed harmless at first glance. The tattoo seemed more defined along his bare abdomen and reached downward towards his pelvis. Sho wasn't even sure if this was due to the taboo or something Sanae did himself. Either way it pissed him off to no end to the humiliation that took a shot at his pride.

Yet HERE HE WAS in this cafe that was usually closed. Meetings with him would be ever so brief depending on his current mood. Words were strangely vacant at the moment, as he always had heated choice words for him, but not so much right now--- but he can't say he cared for the other looking at him. Unaware of the heavy musk that grew around him.

'W h a t ?'