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This tiny gun will have bruised his hands; he's not used to it. Schuldig counts down in his head, // - two, one - //. They don't look back to see the explosion.
Crawford's calm, but the hitch in his breathing gives him away. They enjoy this more than is good, far more than is normal. Crawford reaches up to smooth out the flecks of blood in Schuldig's hair; presses his thumb into the dip above Schuldig's collarbone where his blood runs, thick with adrenaline, and Schuldig's breath flickers in and out and he has to press closer - /that way, yeah/. Only them.
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This tiny gun will have bruised his hands; he's not used to it. Schuldig counts down in his head, // - two, one - //. They don't look back to see the explosion.
Crawford's calm, but the hitch in his breathing gives him away. They enjoy this more than is good, far more than is normal. Crawford reaches up to smooth out the flecks of blood in Schuldig's hair; presses his thumb into the dip above Schuldig's collarbone where his blood runs, thick with adrenaline, and Schuldig's breath flickers in and out and he has to press closer - /that way, yeah/. Only them.
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