Kisaki gave his cock a poke the way a student pokes at unknown mush of uncertain edibility served in the school cafeteria, and laughed mockingly. He gave Yuuze the perfume bottle, of which Yuuze seemed quite displeased, rolling his eyes knowing it was of such a cheap and generic sort. And it was right. Eventually Riku began to move, twisting his head in either direction and sniffing the air; it was obvious that he was still too far away to feel anything, so he moved forward the way anyone with a hint of logic would, and sniffed again. Yuuze had put on one of Kisaki’s old costumes; black and light brown bordering on gold with a fluffy mess of a skirt and a tight top of PVC tied in the middle and padded elbows; complete with a sacrilegious cross necklace and a choker of the same material as the top, crowned with semi-transparent light brown frills, although it was not completely on, for Yuuze had been unable to tie the top properly, which was scarcely surprising seeing
