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[Come to think of it, it has been only a precious few times that Whelk has uttered the young man’s name (none in the throes of passion, as he was far too distracted by feeling and listening to make any sounds other than guttural with the occasional “oh fuck” thrown in). As Whelk considers why this might be, he comes dangerously close to actually using his brain and considering the strange and precarious situation that he has managed to place himself in.

[No time for that now. His eyes narrow in subtle teasing rather than any actual thought when he says:] Kunimi Akira.

How does that sound?

[Quite pleasant. The atmosphere around him suddenly feels tense and dangerous. He very consciously ignores that.

[What are you doing?]