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“I can have a plan,” Anton interrupts him. “I can make a plan right now, as long as I know you are coming with me.”
“And if I don’t?” the older asks.
“Then I will drag you out of that gaming chair whether you like it or not.”
“Geez, Anton,” Sohee chuckles. “The end of the world made you evil, huh?”
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Sohee is so lost in thought about Anton’s hands that it takes him a moment to realize that Anton has started playing on the other side of the wall. The sound drifts through to him, low and muted, like Anton’s voice when he would say goodnight to Sohee when they shared a room. Whether it was from separate beds or spoken directly into his ear in a way that made a shiver rock down Sohee’s spine, it always sounds the same.
Sohee closes his eyes, focusing his attention on the sound of Anton playing guitar right next door.
or: Sohee can't stop thinking about his boyfriend's hands.
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18 Jun 2026
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"'Today I didn’t even feel like messing with you, yet here you are. What do you want?'
Anton tried to gather his thoughts, but Sohee’s hand tapped his cheek. 'Eh? C’mon, what is it you want?' The touch, the short sting of the hit, just made it worse for Anton. His senses were heightened, every part of his body sensitive as Sohee grabbed his cheek (…) 'Don’t tell me… Does it have something to do with this?'
Anton’s eyes closed as a wispy exhale jolted from his body. Sohee’s hand was inspecting his crotch, the apparent tenting not waning as he pinched and pushed it around. 'Incredible,' Sohee guffawed in disbelief.
'Don’t… touch it.'"
(aka, sohee starts bullying anton and anton discovers that he might be into that)
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The face that stares back at him has the same eyes, nose and mouth. The pointy, triangular ears that stick out of his head are the main difference.
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Sohee wakes up with cat features
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“Well, I thought that, maybe, we could play a game,” Anton coughed out, choking on his words like they hurt to say. Which was funny, almost, because no one was forcing him to do this. He had brought the skirt out on his own, of his own volition. Sohee blinked at him, and then glanced down at the skirt. It was a cute skirt.
“...With the skirt?” he asked, even though Anton had just answered that. But he really couldn’t…he had no idea what game they could possibly be playing that involved a skirt.
Or, Anton gets a really good idea. Sohee...runs with it.