( Sudden, and surly. The bottle sloshes wetly when he moves again, twisting to face Gojo better. )
You get under my fucking skin.
( But then, he always has. Ever since the first moment they met Gojo Satoru has been a pinprick in his side. He heaves out a sigh, closes his eyes, sandy hand running grit over his face. )
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( Sudden, and surly. The bottle sloshes wetly when he moves again, twisting to face Gojo better. )
You get under my fucking skin.
( But then, he always has. Ever since the first moment they met Gojo Satoru has been a pinprick in his side. He heaves out a sigh, closes his eyes, sandy hand running grit over his face. )
Fine.