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if you see this post you are obligated to reblog and tell me something good that happened to you this year

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what are their fave bands

sdkjhfksdhf you can't do this to me ✋😔

I think Shima would be more of a listening to rock and more high tension music with a straight face (while studying or training), and Aoi just kinda listens to whatever's popular at the time

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btw not to get too ahead of myself but if anyone wants to ask questions about my ocs i'm always open for it

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family dynamics

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had some fun with oldschool memes!

suggested by @basu-shokikita and translation stolen from @soltiana !

original template on pixiv

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The ever-amazing @mirrorshards redrew Songgu Kwon's Skwisgaar for me and I'm absolutely floored...he's beyond beautiful...godly, even...

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"I promise I'll never forget this"

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Hey guys!! I'm so excited to announce the launch of a new Webtoon Original I've been lucky to be a part of - Love & Other Wicked Things !! A new witch GL!

I'm the thumbnail artist for the series, and it's made with and by a team of other talented people!

>> Please check it out! <<

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Aoi

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pocky shenanigans for pocky day

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Posting the smut fic I wrote for @triplefaggot’s birthday! 🥳 🎂 Apology scene gone wrong, or something.

Heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy some really weird and silly sex by yours truly.✌️ Explosionface deserves more appreciation!

Link here

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silly 🤭💖

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Kloktober 2024 Day 28

Conspiracy theory or propaganda

So today's entry is special because it's possibly my last one unless I managed to do something else in the following days, and because it covers two prompts at once. The aforementioned, obviously, and also the one about OCs.

I already posted about Molly during last year's Kloktober though it's not necessary to check that one to read this. She just...certainly appears here.

“Rivalry turned friendship? Did the long time feud has finally come to an end? Dethklok’s guitarists Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth were spotted in the Bahamas beaches very cozy with each other!” The Dethklok Minute Host said, as footage of the pair flashed on the screen. In one of the photos, Toki was hugging Skwisgaar from behind, in another, they were holding hands while walking along the shore. 

“In fact, fans are beginning to theorize that there might be something more amongst the musicians!” He continued, as a third picture showed their grainy silhouettes in what seemed to be an intimate moment under an umbrella.

“I’ve known ever since I first saw Dethklok live.” A brunette girl with low ponytails declared on camera. She was wearing a shirt with a badly edited image of Skwisgaar and Toki. “Their energy on stage, the sexual tension…” She giggled, adjusting her steamed glasses. “It’s clear they’re not just bandmates, they are f-”

“I used to dream about them making out during a show or something.” Another girl was shown. She had long black curls and half-lidded eyes. “Or one of them confessing their feelings during an interview, you know? I can’t believe they’re finally together!” She jumped in excitement. “So excited for the next Dethklok concert!” 

“Duh, Skwistok is, like, legendary amongst musician pairs”. A blond girl with short hair declared. “They’re soulmates, it was clearly about time for them to realize that.” She shrugged. “Toki even dated a woman that looks like Skwisgaar!”

“Conspiracy or truth?” The Dethklok Minute Host pointed at this screen. “Are Skwisgaar and Toki exploring something else besides death metal harmonies? Guess we’ll have to find out! Stay tuned for the next Dethklok minu-” The TV was turned off before he managed to finish.

Charles turned with the remote in his hand. “I thought you promised me you’d be careful, boys.”

“Hows was we supposeds to knows about the papapizza was in the beach too?” Toki threw his arms in the air. “You tolds Toki you has reserveds it for us!”

“Well, see, that’s the point.” Charles said. “You’re not safe anywhere from paparazzis. That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“You didn’ts says dats expleaseticivelies!” Skwisgaar countered with an accusing finger. “You didn’t says dats at alls!”

“I did, in fact, I said it, uh, many times.”

“You lies! You lies through yours mouth!”

“I believe the expression you’re looking for is lying through your nose and-”

Toki gasped, covering his mouth. “Yous calling me a liar?”

“I don’t-”

“You calls us liars?” Skwisgaar frowned. “You ams aware dat ams homes of phonics and we cants fires you for dats, rights?”

“Alright.” Charles raised his hands in an attempt to stop the nonsense. “I’m merely trying to protect your privacy like you asked me too, but if you want the press to accost you about your relationship then by all means go ahead.” Without expecting an answer, he left.

“He gots mads.” Skwisgaar said.

“How ams they always know?” Toki was looking at the ceiling. “How can theys know befores us?”

“Whats?”

Toki gazed at Skwisgaar. “The goils. They says they knew we ams in loves since forevers ago. Hows?”

“Eugh, Tokes, de fans ams insane, remembers?”

“Ja, buts…” Toki seemed unconvinced.

Skwisgaar suddenly turned serious. “Wells actuallies, I knows somet’ings abouts dat.”

Toki turned to him, intrigued.

Skwisgaar took a deep breath, like he was about to reveal the most compromising information in the world. “Dey has a special cults whats reunites every fridays nights. Dey gathers in a circles wif a candles and pickstures of us in de middles…” He paused. “And dey prays to…”

“Whats?!” 

Blue eyes bore into him. “Ams you shores yous ready for dis?”

“Yeah! What ams dey prayings for?!”

“Homos sex!” Skwisgaar blurted with a cackle and Toki rolled his eyes.

“Ha has…very funnies, Skwisgaar…ams totallies dyings from laughters…”

“Oh, come ons!” Skwisgaar hugged him by the necks. “What ams you worrieds abouts? They knows nothingks!”

Toki forced a smile. “Ja, yous probably rights…fans ams weirdos…”

“They ams.” Skwisgaar turned on the TV, except this time he was looking for a different channel. “Just delusionals peoples.”

“Ja…”

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The battered man was dragged by a couple of individuals wearing long, dark cloaks. Their faces darkened, they wordlessly brought the man inside a basement, where many more people in the same attire were reunited. 

“Agh!” The man screamed as he was shoved inside. He was so roughed up he couldn't tell if the light was red or it was the blood in his eyes. “Let me go!” He tried to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail.

One of the cloaked individuals whispered to what seemed to be the leader of the place.

“Bring him to me.” The leader said, in a surprisingly effeminate voice. 

In a flash, the man was tossed into the cold concrete, and the cloaked people gathered around him in a circle. They all held the same book in their hands though he couldn’t see what it was. The leader approached him and they all began chanting incomprehensible words.

“What is this?! Where am I?!” He felt something wet under him and looked down to realize the floor was stained with blood. When he looked up, he saw the leader being handed a guitar that she handled like a weapon. “No!” He tried to escape when she walked closer but he was surrounded by all sides. “Why?!”

The leader’s hood fell on her shoulders, revealing a brunette girl with low ponytails. The light was reflecting on her glasses and didn’t allow him to see her eyes. “Why?” She repeated, still raising the guitar in the air. “Well, for Skwistok.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it personal.” She said, completely devoid of expression. “You’re just a sacrifice to preserve Skwistok.” She paused. “So they’re always together.”

“What the hell are you- no, no, no! Wait! No-” The guitar crashed against the man’s head, cracking his skull in half. His torso fell on the floor, lifeless as the chants grew louder.

“Skwistok real! Skwistok real!” The group recited, raising their arms in celebration.

The girl smiled, wiping the blood off her cheek as someone took away the guitar. A new candle was lit and added to the hundreds of candles surrounding the basement.

Outside, a sign on the door read “Skwistok Cult”.

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Kloktober 2024 Day 26

Post-apocalypse or Cyberpunk

Army of the Doomstar is a pretty apocalyptic setting so I had to come up with a different one for this prompt. It's still the end of the world, though more scary, somehow.

At the same time, I wished for Skwisgaar and Toki to have a heart to heart talk before the series ended so this is me doing an attempt at that.

Skwisgaar slowly slid down on the dirty floor, trying to steady his breathing. His arms were wrapped around himself like protective guards against a world that he could no longer recognize. To say he was scared would be an understatement, he wasn’t even sure he’d make it alive. Or, rather, he wasn’t sure how much time he’d be alive. 

In the chaos, amidst the explosions and deafening screams, they had gotten separated. His memory was cut in fragments. At some point they were all together, surrounded by their usual Klokateer guard, getting distracted by ads on a big screen. Suddenly, something fell out of the sky and everything turned white. When Skwisgaar opened his eyes again, he couldn’t recognize where he was anymore. People around him were either motionless or screaming and there was smoke all over the place. A rugged hand pulled from his and he let himself be led away from the chaos.

And here he was, in the remains of what had probably been a school, watching the news in a small, old TV, reporting the same phenomenon happening all over the world. Here was, unsure whether he’d ever seen his friends again or die in some abandoned building.

Alone.

On reflex, he looked for the guitar when he remembered it was broken in pieces when he fell on it. At the time, he could barely register it but now he felt a pang in his chest. Chuckling, Skwisgaar hit the back of his head against the wall in frustration. The world was seemingly falling apart and he was thinking of his guitar like a lost lover.

“Skwisgaar?” 

Toki reluctantly stood in the doorframe, as if unsure whether he was allowed to be there or not. Covered in dust and blood, Skwisgaar wondered if he looked the same. 

“Ams you- how ams you feels?” Toki eventually asked, still awkwardly looming in the entrance of the room. 

“Bads.” Skwisgaar snorted.

“Ja…” Toki swayed a little before coming in. Because Skwisgaar’s reaction wasn’t immediately defensive, Toki felt encouraged and sat down next to him. Watching the reports on TV, he asked. “It really ams…overs nows, huh?” He smiled sadly.

Skwisgaar bit his bottom lip, seeing his homeland in shambles on the small screen. “You seems okeys wif dats.”

Toki stared at him though Skwisgaar didn’t return his gaze. “Ams nots, I…” Slowly, he looked down and held onto his knees.

If the situation were any different, Skwisgaar would’ve joked that at least the world didn’t have to hear Toki’s shitty playing anymore. And it would’ve made Toki angry but it would’ve lightened the situation a little. Right now, however, all of that felt distant and impossible to seize. Even though it had only been a few hours, his old life felt light years away from him. 

“Ams just glads amsnt alones.” Toki finally confessed. Silently, he let his head rest against Skwisgaar’s who, for once, didn’t reject the contact. 

Everything was cold and intimidating except for Toki’s cheek on his shoulder. It formed a knot on Skwisgaar’s throat that, no matter how many times he swallowed, wouldn’t disappear. “Hey, Tokes?”

“Mmh?”

“Ams sorries.”

Toki raised his head. “Whats for?”

“I didnts knows how much you resenteds me…” Skwisgaar said, staring at a hole from which he assumed rats would come from. “I didnts know how much I horts you wif mines…behaviors.” He sighed, his gaze now wandering over the window. The helicopters flew in circles. “I justs…” He hesitated. Amidst the debris and death, did any of that matter?

“Thanks you…” Toki chuckled softly. “And ams sorries too…for wantings to ruins your lives and alls dats…”

“All dats.” Skwisgaar repeated with a snort. 

“Ja.” Toki smiled at him. After a few moments, it faded away from his face. “I just wanteds you to sees me.” He looked down, almost ashamed. “Alls this time��I wanteds you to sees me…”

Skwisgaar waited for him to continue, so when he didn’t, he was disappointed. “Dats its?”

Toki raised both eyebrows. “What you means?”

When Skwisgaar turned to face him, it made him wonder when was the last time they spoke to each other genuinely. “You just…wants me to sees you? Just dats?”

The blue in Toki’s eyes, already usually pale, seemed almost entirely decolored under the gray light. His gaze transfixed Skwisgaar in what felt like the longest seconds of his life before something seemed to click. Though when Toki opened his mouth, there was a loud rumble coming from above. 

They both looked up and it had gone quiet again. Suddenly, there was something that felt like a crash, shaking the foundations of the building. In a matter of seconds, it all started collapsing as cement, wire and wood came apart. A big piece of concrete fell right between them.

“Skwis…” Toki was wide-eyed from panic. The exit was blocked with rocks and falling debris.

And yet, seeing the fear in Toki’s eyes, prompted Skwisgaar to calm down. “Toki…Toki!”

Wordlessly, Toki stared at him while the world was ending right in front of them. 

“Alls sees you dere, okeys?”

Toki smacked his lips together and nodded. “Okays.”

Skwisgaar smiled, Toki being the last thing he saw before everything turned black.

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silly quick doodles for @basu-shokikitas 's latest kloktober entry ! the magnet one is a trace from the original 🤭

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Kloktober 2024 Day 23

Dethklok as a diff. music genre

I had to take the chance to use this prompt to shove Dethklok into something that’s very different from them, while still making it fitting somehow. I think I managed.

May the metal gods forgive this brutal affront. 🙏

“You’re up in 5, boys.” Charles announced, then readjusted the mic on his headset. “You can play the footage from last week’s coverage.” He said, while walking away. “Mhm. We’ll work around that.” 

“This sucks.” Nathan sank into the chair as the stylists fixed the contour of his face. “Why do we have to perform? We already know we’re gonna win the Best Band award!”

“It’s for the fans, dood.” Pickles said, red extensions being glued to his scalp to cover his bald spots. “You know how it is.”

“Fuck the fansch.” Murderface spat as a stylist trimmed his mustache. He displayed a bowl cut from having his hair straightened. 

“Ja, fucks them!” Toki agreed, blush being added to his cheeks to make him look more child-like. “Rights, Skwisgaar?” He turned to his bandmate.

Skwisgaar, already dazzling, was too focused practicing dance moves on the corner to listen. He spun around, silently counting the rhythm with one hand. 

“Skwisgaar!”

“Eugh?” He raised his eyes and found 4 pairs of eyes on him. “Heugh…ja.” He blindly agreed then went back to dancing. 

“Yeh, whatever, but we gotta keep up the pretense, you know?” Pickles shrugged, glancing at his nails while the stylist tied his now full mane into a low ponytail.

“Fuck that!” Nathan slammed the table of the vanity set as he also got his ponytail made. “I just wanna fuck groupies but I have to pretend to be a hopeless romantic or whatever!”

“Well, ya kinda are, so…”

“Yeah, but-”

“Boys, let’s go.” Charles re-materialized again to drag them to the stuff. 

Amidst groans and complaints, the 5 members followed him as an assistant handed them their headsets for the shows. They were all wearing white tracksuits, each of them sporting their very own personal color. Red for Nathan, green for Pickles, blue for Skwisgaar, purple for Murderface and pink for Toki. 

“Remember: you sing, you dance, you leave.” Charles said, as they all took their positions behind the curtain. “Do not go off script. I can’t handle another mess like the one from Amsterdam…are you listening, William?” 

“Yeah, Yeah…” Murderface waved his hand dismissively. “I get it, no politics.”

“Showing your underwear is not-”

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the guests you’ve all been waiting for!” The announcer began. “They’re the terror of every teenage girl’s parents’ wallet! And every teenage boy’s parents too because now their sons all want to let their hair grow!”

“That’s your cue.” Charles said, standing to the side.

“The worldwide famous boy band that’s breaking new records every week, though they prefer to call themselves a Men’s band…D-Clock!” 

The crowd went completely wild, despite them still being behind the curtain. 

“But who are the guys behind the latest musical boy craze? Should we go over every member of the band?”

High pitched shrills reacted in response.

“Alright, I’m seeing tired dads in the crowd, haha…”

“I’m gonna kill this guy.” Nathan announced.

“First we have Nathan, the rebellious leader of the band! Curt and blunt, the fans love his bad boy allure!” 

“I’m gonna mince you to death.” Nathan said, though stopped mumbling when Charles glared at him.

“Then, there’s Skwisgaar, the absolute heartthrob of the band. The best dancer of the group and the most popular member, he’s said to love all women equally!”

Skwisgaar didn’t even react to his own description, still going over his routine in his mind.

“Pickles, the older brother of D-Clock! He’s the voice of reason and often the one calming his bandmates! Aw, Pickles!”

“Okei, he’s startin’ to get on my nerves.” Pickles mumbled.

“William, the…the prankster! Haha! Don’t we all love a good joker!”

“What?!” Murderface practically yelled. “That’sch it?!”

“And, finally…Toki! So cute and innocent that it makes your teeth rot! Every girl dreams of hugging him!”

“Ja, whatevers.” Toki rolled his eyes. 

“Give it up for D-Clock!” The announcer said and the curtain began going up, exposing them to the blinding lights and hysterical crowd crying for them. “Tonight, they’re gonna perform for us their latest single: You’re the Only Girl for Me!”

Slowly, the lights dimmed out, only the ones on top of them remaining as an angelic halo over their heads. A synthetic bass started playing and they all walked forward with Nathan at the center. Assuming their start poses for the choreography, Nathan pressed his earphone further into his ear, but right before he began singing…

“Ahhh!” Nathan woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. Panting he glanced around to recognize his good old Mordhaus bedroom. “Oh, God, that was horrible…that was fucking horrible…” He laid on his bed again and closed his eyes, trying to resume his rest.

He couldn’t imagine a fate any worse than being in a boy band.

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Kloktober 2024 Day 22

Too much booze or too much sugar

In Dethwedding, Skwisgaar mentioned that he had to take care of a wasted Toki before so I like to imagine it's not that much of an uncommon occurrence. Just the idea that Toki is still kind of seen by the others as Skwisgaar's problem appeals to me a lot, lol.

Additionally, I think alcohol awakes contradictory feelings inside Toki. Feelings that he doesn't want to acknowledge otherwise.

Toki felt the contents of his stomach force their way out of him, his body propelling itself forwards. He retched pathetically inside the toilet, expelling whatever else he had left inside him with labored breaths.

“Just lets it go.” Skwisgaar said, holding Toki’s hair to prevent it from getting stained with vomit. Almost as if obeying him, Toki’s abdominal muscles contracted, making him throw up again. “Theres, theres…”

Unable to trust his body, Toki remained there still, looking into the dirty toilet with wet eyes. As seconds went by, he grew assured he was safe from any more vomiting. His breathing was also returning to normalcy. Toki wiped his lips and nose and sighed in relief,  burying his face into his other arm.

“Yous done?”

“Ja.” Toki said, voice muffled.

“How ams you feelingks?”

“Likes shits.” Toki chuckled, throwing his head back to gaze at Skwisgaar.

Skwisgaar furrowed his brows. “When ams you gonna learns? Every goddamns times-”

“Oh, shush, shush…” Toki silenced him and decided to settle his head in Skwisgaar’s lap. The latter groaned but didn’t do much to stop him. Skwisgaar was less reluctant to physical closeness when it was just the two of them.

And that was certainly the case right now, huddled in the toilet stall of  a restroom of some bar whose name Toki couldn’t recall right now. No way in hell the other three would come checking in on them, they were too busy partying with a bunch of strangers.

“Why ams I de ones dats gotsa takes care of yous sloppies mess…” Skwisgaar grumbled, not even looking at Toki. 

If Toki was feeling any snappy, he would’ve replied that it was because everyone knew he was a doormat. That they took advantage of him because he was incapable of refusing a task if cornered to it. But honestly, he was glad it was Skwisgaar and not anybody else’s, so he simply smiled while watching him complain about his bandmates.

Most of the time, drinking made him more feisty towards everyone and especially Skwisgaar. Other times, drinking made him feel funny in his tummy when he gazed at Skwisgaar. As if he were only capable of doing extremes, either finding Skwisgaar the most unbearable human being alive or being utterly captivated by…everything about the guitarist. 

Skwisgaar seemed to notice his eyes and he glared at him. “Whats?”

Shame was not a concept familiar to Toki when he was inebriated. He just kept staring at Skwisgaar’s features, wondering how it was possible for someone to be as attractive as he was talented. Even under the flickering and broken lights, the damp and sweaty hair sticking to the back of his neck and the pronounced eyebags from severe lack of sleep, Skwisgaar was the most beautiful thing Toki had ever seen. 

And whereas he’d normally be jealous of that, tonight he was admiring. Tonight, his ego took a backseat in the neverending spectacle that was Skwisgaar Skwigelf.

“Yous just gonna stares like a dildos de whole times?” Skwisgaar asked, the irritation seeping in his voice. 

Toki grinned lazily, stretching his arms. “I ams drunks and you cants be mads at me.”

Skwisgaar snorted. “Says who?”

“Mes.”

“Pffts.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. However, he was wasted too, and it was no fun to be mad while drunk. “Yous a pains in de ass, you knows dat?” He said, trying to hold back a smirk.

Toki wanted to retort that so was Skwisgaar but he felt so stupidly euphoric all of sudden, so safe and protected. With his head between Skwisgaar’s thighs and Skwisgaar gazing at him, it really was like nothing else mattered. Nothing besides them right here and right now.

And that feeling stretched to the end of his fingertips, making him reach for Skwisgaar. His hand held Skwisgaar’s, fingers tangling together and palms pressing against each other. Skwisgaar raised his eyebrow, though he said nothing about it and that only made the fuzziness inside Toki increase, as stupid as it was.

Skwisgaar’s hand was so warm, unlike the cold concrete under them. He was always warm in the most unexpected of times, Toki thought. Always confusing Toki about who he really was, about what really laid under those seemingly distant blue eyes. 

However, when he dared to take another look, he saw himself reflected. A distorted and goofy version of himself, with a ridiculous silhouette and shape. Shaky and flimsy, the polar opposite of how Skwisgaar appeared to Toki right now. Sharp, handsome and so painfully real that it was clashing with the dream-like texture of Toki’s current state.

But that was exactly how they saw each other, wasn’t it? And it was exactly why Toki refused to call the tremor in his chest for what it was, and why he had avoided doing so all these years. Why he only allowed himself to feel it when he lacked self-control like right now. 

 “What do I have to do…” Toki whispered to himself in his native language.

Skwisgaar blinked. “Whats?”

Toki giggled, gesturing at Skwisgaar to come closer. And so he did, shortening the space between them with curiosity. And it would’ve been so easy for Toki to close it himself. To stop lying to himself and take a leap of faith…

The distance between them, however, was not just physical, Toki was reminded when he saw Skwisgaar’s confused stare. 

Something inside him swelled and he shoved Skwisgaar’s dumb face away from him, laughing. “Yous looks stupids.”

Annoyed, Skwisgaar pulled away. “Yous stupid.” He said with a frown.

Toki smiled, even more amused by the fact that Skwisgaar had no idea how right he was. “I ams.”

Music blaring in the distance, Skwisgaar offered Toki a judgemental look. As if he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on through Toki’s head. Eventually, he sighed and looked away. “Idiots.” He mumbled.

The next few seconds remained in relative silence. The ecstasy was slowly washing away, replaced by the permanent inadequacy Toki was more or less used to, exponentially increased because of the alcohol.

“Skwisgaar.”

“Euh?”

Toki hesitated a little. ““If ams always an idiots…” He trailed off, unsure. “Wills you alsways takes care of old Tokis?”

Skwisgaar’s eyes returned to him, though they almost seemed accusatory this time. “I guess.” He shrugged. “I don’ts really has a choice.”

Toki bit down his bottom lip, trying really hard not to feel so relieved over such a non committal response.

It occurred to him that maybe there was nothing he could do to seize the gap. That maybe these semi-private moments were as close as he’d ever get.

And maybe that should be good enough for him, he suggested to himself, lightly squeezing Skwisgaar’s hand to reassure himself.

There was a squeeze back, though Toki could’ve hallucinated it from his intoxication and relentless hope. Just like he could’ve sworn Skwisgaar was glancing at him, but when he looked at him again, the guy was focusing on an arbitrary spot on the floor.

Yeah, maybe that had to be enough for him.