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“Ain’t you gettin’ a little too comfortable uncovering your face in here?” Drifter asks, sour. 

Shin raises an amused brow, shadowed by the hood of his cloak. “Don’t have much a choice,” he says, a hungry little lilt in his voice. “Can’t get my mouth on you, otherwise.” 

Drifter flushes. Seems like he’s been getting hot under the collar in some strange way whenever Shin opens his mouth, lately. It’s starting to make him nervous. The idea of Shin learning his tells is...nightmare fuel, to say the least, and the color that rises to his cheeks whenever Shin makes an insinuation seems a horrible sort of obvious. 

Not that it actually means anything.

“You busy?” Shin asks, as if he’s not already sliding into Drifter’s space, as if he hasn’t already got hands on Drifter’s hips. It’s warmer suddenly; Shin’s in a good mood and it shows in his Light, in the easy way he lets it roam through the room like he wants Drifter to feel him all over before they even get down to it. 

“As a matter of fact —” Drifter starts, except Shin’s already pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth. Drifter scowls and puts a hand up to Shin’s chest, ready to remind him that it’s broad fucking daylight, thank you, and Drifter’s expecting players to come walking in for bounties any minute now. 

Shin kisses the tip of his nose, playful.

A lot of things happen all at once: Shin goes flying with a little supernova swirling at his belly, his whole body lights up purple, then disappears — evaporates, a little Ghost with a plain shell springing up. Drifter freezes, his brain slowly catching up to the fact that he just killed Shin Malphur on reflex, his heart stuttering quick towards panic. 

Another shimmer of light, gentle this time, and Shin rezzes right where he fell to dust with a surprised little gasp. His eyes flick up to Drifter’s, wide and with some terrible look in them that Drifter desperately doesn’t want to place, mouth half open in confusion.

Drifter grips his own hand, and he shakes a little. 

Shin takes one step back, then turns briskly and heads up the stairs. Drifter lets out his breath and thinks he might be sick.

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