Mac used a lot of phrases and slang that Aoba didn’t inherently recognize, but the translation factor of being a Chosen One helped him out a lot there. Desire studied Mac’s luminous eyes, not because he was delving or even surface-reading him, but just because that kind of too-intense eye contact was his default.
He snorted a dryly amused sound. “Isn’t he your genetic cousin or something like that? Being interested in family’s sex life is kind of fucked up.”
And somehow, it was the friendliest comment Desire had made yet, his smile skewed in a way that passed no judgement, amused or not.
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He snorted a dryly amused sound. “Isn’t he your genetic cousin or something like that? Being interested in family’s sex life is kind of fucked up.”
And somehow, it was the friendliest comment Desire had made yet, his smile skewed in a way that passed no judgement, amused or not.