[That spidery-crawl of toes up along his leg is a silent challenge. There's no doubt about it. But rather than sit there and take it without responding, Wakatoshi waits until Sakusa starts to pull his foot away before he reaches beneath the table and cups his large hand around Sakusa's ankle. Smoothly, and without much fuss, he tugs the foot closer to him and lets it rest atop his thigh.]
...I fail to see why I shouldn't trust you, Kiyoomi. Or, rather, that I shouldn't be so trusting, as you say.
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...I fail to see why I shouldn't trust you, Kiyoomi. Or, rather, that I shouldn't be so trusting, as you say.