( He flinches, hackles raised and hairs on edge and the curve of his back recoiling from whispers of touch like a cat learning the way of caresses. There is a knowing of gestures, of the boundaries Wen Kexing breaks solely to rile him — yet his flesh cannot resist the natural inclination to dissolve, to peel away.
Foreign touch brings no gladness, no comfort. He steels himself, steadfast to ignore his sword only because he is the brother of a dearest friend. )
Touch unnecessary. ( And muttered: ) Raising the spirits of work staff suited master Wen.
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( He flinches, hackles raised and hairs on edge and the curve of his back recoiling from whispers of touch like a cat learning the way of caresses. There is a knowing of gestures, of the boundaries Wen Kexing breaks solely to rile him — yet his flesh cannot resist the natural inclination to dissolve, to peel away.
Foreign touch brings no gladness, no comfort. He steels himself, steadfast to ignore his sword only because he is the brother of a dearest friend. )
Touch unnecessary. ( And muttered: ) Raising the spirits of work staff suited master Wen.
( Please return to that. )