[ six is already halfway into avoiding rokurou's reach but the daemon proves to be faster, and once again, he finds his lips claimed in an unexpedted kiss. the embarrassed flush is immediate, a bright red that isn't going to go away any time soon. ]

... You're incorrigible regardless of your mood so it makes no difference to me.

[ the guy didn't even let him finish his curry, alas. and now he has no appetite for it because he's! too! annoyed!! why is he always the one to get swept away— ]

Keep your hands and mouth to yourself.