[ He doesn't like him, silly... he loves him! cue laugh track haha
Tatara leans back in his seat and in a rare moment, he seems genuinely sheepish. There's a little brush of pink on his cheeks, but he doesn't shy away from Akira's gaze. ]
He's like...fire. Blue fire. I have a feeling a lot of people might look at him and think ice, but he's the total opposite. He's passionate, and he could cover the world in his blaze if he put his mind to it. [ Said...positively? ] He's super romantic, and muscular, and really handsome...
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[ He doesn't like him, silly... he loves him! cue laugh track haha
Tatara leans back in his seat and in a rare moment, he seems genuinely sheepish. There's a little brush of pink on his cheeks, but he doesn't shy away from Akira's gaze. ]
He's like...fire. Blue fire. I have a feeling a lot of people might look at him and think ice, but he's the total opposite. He's passionate, and he could cover the world in his blaze if he put his mind to it. [ Said...positively? ] He's super romantic, and muscular, and really handsome...
[ He sighs as he pauses to think in earnest, ]
I think I'd let his fire consume me, too.