It was a dance they did...A game. There would be certain signals; ques and then movement would begin. A sideways glance, a subtle shift, and then sudden action. Akito could read him like a book, it was all so easy. He gave Taiki the facade of control that he desired: never at the psychic's home, never while inebriated, always in the dark, Akito had
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