[ Asougi immediately looks surprised when he feels that hand on his cheek, jerking his head back towards Naruhodou in an instant. There's a split second where there's the briefest amount of vulnerability on his face — because why on earth is he doing this now, does he even realize, does he himself even have any clue of what this is — before the red shade returns. He huffs at that, feeling the heat rise once more. ]
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Weren't we going upstairs . . . ?