[ Further contact takes the form of Reyson's elbow into Josuke's ribs. He was not screaming his elbows off, after all.
He's not shoving him away, only glaring. The yelling is in his soul. His hair smells faintly of rosemary, and is remarkably sleek and soft. Quite possibly worth it. ]
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He's not shoving him away, only glaring. The yelling is in his soul. His hair smells faintly of rosemary, and is remarkably sleek and soft. Quite possibly worth it. ]