[The more he feels himself slipping, the snappier he becomes. Because he wants, yet he isn't sure what he want and what the results could be. When Nen places their hands on his cheeks Wanderer pulls a face.]
Tch. Let go.
[He takes a hold of their wrists so he can free his face a little. But despite that, he's still high on that sweet scent that surrounds them. And even though he doesn't allow them to drag him along, he does follow them inside.]
Sorry, this is not the best tag
Tch. Let go.
[He takes a hold of their wrists so he can free his face a little. But despite that, he's still high on that sweet scent that surrounds them. And even though he doesn't allow them to drag him along, he does follow them inside.]