[For Robin Goodfellow] Spring Twilight
From this delightful end to a spring day...
For whom
Is the small pillow...?
Spring twilight
-- Buson Yosa
Tsuzuki reaches up to Robin, caressing his cheek. "Don't hold back, fella... I'm ready this time..." he says, blushing at these words, as if he can't believe he's saying them, and there might be a note of hesitancy borne of modesty, but his warm touch says otherwise.
Warning: Fanservice, and a second first time for a one-hundred ten year old bisexual virgin
For whom
Is the small pillow...?
Spring twilight
-- Buson Yosa
Tsuzuki reaches up to Robin, caressing his cheek. "Don't hold back, fella... I'm ready this time..." he says, blushing at these words, as if he can't believe he's saying them, and there might be a note of hesitancy borne of modesty, but his warm touch says otherwise.
Warning: Fanservice, and a second first time for a one-hundred ten year old bisexual virgin