Sangre had stuck his forearm out, looking at Akira for a moment and then glancing at Josh. It was a rather innocent dare, compared to the other games the chef played with his other friends on drunken nights. Smiling at the memory, Sangre stopped and looked down when he heard Akira say that he was done.
Lifting his arm up, the chef starred at it momentarily and then cleared his throat while sneaking a peak at Harumi. “Cute huh?”
The gardener nodded silently, her cheeks pinker than usual. “Very cute Akira.” She said while looking at the table shyly.
Sangre smiled just a bit more and looked at Akira, keeping his arm safely against the table so the little temporary tattoo wouldn’t come off. “Thank you Akira, it’s very nice. Now, since you were the last to be asked, you have to choose someone to do a truth, or dare on. It’s your choice.” He explained.
Josh only looked at the drawing, trying not to say anything although it was a very adorable little drawing that Akira did.
__________________
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
|