“You know, half the problem in quitting smoking is the oral fixation,” Aoi purred plucking the cigarette from between the vocalist’s beautiful lips. He leaned in, inches from Ruki’s lips.
The singer smirked, his anger subsiding a bit. Aoi always had that effect on him. “Are you going to help me with that?”
“Well, Ruki-kun, I can give you something else to suck on, something that would fill that pretty little mouth of yours better than a cigarette would,” Aoi purred.
Synopsis: Aoi's taken one bump too hard on the head and regressed to the mentality of a bawling three year old. He's growing closer to his real age as time passes, but nobody has any idea when he'll be back to normal. In the meantime, who better to take care of the indisposed rhythm guitarist than the youngest member of the band? You know, the one with the puppy, and, oh hell, the white, pristine apartment wholly unsuitable for children.
Luen tän ehkä just sen takii et tää on niin.....OUTO.