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The monochrome hands moved so so gently.
To what? To savor the texture of Protag's tan and naked flesh,even as it feels like fire?
Prehaps Normal Entity (because this being so gen- quick with him can't be human,can't be of the same species Protag seems to be,Not like the rough,harsh species humans are oft described as) can't feel the lava like Protag can.
Prehaps this isn't even the same Normal Entity that interviewed him,those hands were rough when ripping off his face when shaking his hand.
Every quick stroke of those hands seemingly done with reverence,as if in worship. That can't be right though Protag isn't someone deserving of such tender care.
Even as his suit is off,It's the only (thin) barrier between the ice cold cloud they're laying on (it's impossible clouds don't work liks that,Protag knows this) and Protag's far too hot skin,burning as if he's landed in hell.
Maybe- no,That is where he's going when he finally dies,where something down there will look upon the two scars on his chest and declare him a sinner.
"Do keep your eyes on me please."
A voice that could only come from the being above him rings out as a grey hand begin to caress his face,finally moving away from tracing every inch of Protag's sinner bound body,softly guiding Protag's head away to expose his neck.
Ever so quick,Teeth belonging to a body of grey latch onto a tan neck,biting ever so inhumanly gentle.