【 ❆𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼𝕃。】ᵃᶰᵍᵉˡᶤᶜ⁻ˢᵒʳᵃᶰᵒ

“…”

Sorano rapidly poked Gray on his forehead.

“How do'ya like it?”

She just casually winked, just trying to keep things lighthearted since they weren’t enemies anymore!

❝ O-Oi…. ❞ Gray flinches at the impact, a breath hitching in his throat as he’s teased.

❝  ——Keep that up and you’ll lose y’er finger. ❞ His statement is accompanied by a snarl, virile features mangled now as he proceeds to gently swat at the imposing hand.