An odd predicament they found themself in. One wants to kill, one wants to kiss.
Which one shall they satisfy?
Sangfroid assumed that it will be Vladstin who will give up on his own desire, and let him do the killing. After all, he is infatuated with him.
And yet..... Vladstin moved closer.
"You said you do not hate me as much anymore. Is that enough to allow me to kiss you, just once?" He asked with unreadable eyes, too cloudy and vague but also sincere.
He held on to Sangfroid's shoulders and the blue hibiscus flower he long hid can now be seen. Sangfroid looked at it for a while, but he is still entrapped on those vague and sincere eyes of his scorned man.
"No." He answered honestly. "It's still not enough for me to kiss you."
"I already guessed that." Vladstin said with a soft smile, letting go. "Let's go back then."
"But... But you won't let me---"
