[ There’s a shiver of something through him, and suddenly he’s wrapping his arms around Natsume and clinging to him tightly. He doesn’t say anything, just lays his head on the other’s shoulder and ... stands there in his warmth. Breathing. Taking in his scent. His everything. Suddenly the club seems even more suffocating than before, like more of a prison than before. The time he must stay there stretches out before him and it all feels impossible to bare. ]
[Natsume lets out a soft "oof" at the sudden clinging, his arms coming up and around Junpei as well, clinging back just as tight. He's not as confident as he appears, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs.
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A little home ... in the countryside ... the two of us.
[ His bottom lip trembles lightly. ]
That sounds too perfect.
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Is...that a yes?
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I would love it. I ... could we have chickens? And a little garden?
[ It’s such a random thing to ask, but he’s trying to picture it as a reality. Not a dream. Something that can happen. ]
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Yes, of course. All of that. Chickens and ducks and -- whatever bird you want.
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But he holds on as tight as he can.]