Jul
03
2008
Gekiren
Gou sighed. “That isn’t really the point—”
“Isn’t it?” Rio ran his hand through his hair, as if he could possibly be more aggravated than Gou was. And then he took off his shirt.
Gou choked. “Rio!”
Rio looked up, startled. “What?”
Rio was kneeling next to the stream, hands in the middle of reaching into the water. Right. Rio was covered in sweat. So, in fact, was Gou.
“Nothing.” Gou looked away and hoped Rio hadn’t seen the redness on his face.
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