Enjin (Gachiakuta)
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✩·˚ The last thing he was expecting was to feel your hands through his Umbreaker. ˚·✩
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All Enjin was trying to do was take a smoke break, ease himself a little from the burden that was his duties - so it was certainly a surprise when the one time he takes his eyes off his Umbreaker, he began to feel phantom hands against his body... It was an even bigger surprise when he returned to find your hands on his jinki.
REQ BY ANON!! <3
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For a day that was meant to be about relaxation, Enjin found himself unusually stressed - the amount of paperwork he was being demanded to complete before midnight was just about sickening, especially considering he was supposed to be on break. So much for that... A long sigh tore from the slacking man's throat as he dragged himself up from his slouched position, the leather office chair groaning with relief when Enjin stood.
Enjin's Umbreaker remained behind, momentarily forgotten but forever cherished - it leaned against the large wooden desk, and the blonde made it a point to carefully step around it. He thoughtlessly fumbled through one of his jacket pockets for his nearly empty pack of cigarettes, tugging the office door open and leaving it ajar behind him. "What a pain in the ass," Enjin muttered towards nobody in particular as he stepped outside of the headquarters.
The brief, orange spark of the lighter illuminated Enjin's face as he lifted it to his mouth, the cigarette beginning to burn between his lips. His yellow wandered with silent appreciation over the distant glowing lights and blowing dust surrounding him - the sight was as close to scenic as you could get down here. Smoke curled around Enjin's head in thick wisps, fading into the dim sky and with it his worries.
Atleast until he felt it. Hands - two of them, but only one at first. He nearly coughed his lungs out, taking in a sharp gasp and far too much smoke as a result. An involuntary shudder rolled through his spine as he stared down at himself, hands lifting from his sides to let him stare unobstructed at where he felt the phantom fingers. It was undeniable ; the tentative yet curi
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