1: Taste
There's a momentary confusion when the rushed, messy kisses cease. He looks into the other's eyes to try and figure out why, but only sees contempt and a frown.
"I hate the taste of cigarettes."
Blunt. How very… him. He pulls the other further into his lap.
"I dislike the taste of coffee."
Bluntness to match bluntness, though slightly more polite. A gleam of amusement lights up Wil's eyes.
"So we're even then."
It's not a question, it's a statement, but Rath answers it a with kiss anyways.
Maybe he can get used to the bitter aftertaste of black coffee.
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Maybe it's just me, but I can really picture Rath as being a smoker. ...It probably is just me.
Next sense is touch, and this'll probably be updated sometime next week, saying my teachers don't decided to completely load me up with homework. But, um, thanks for reading, and any sort of critique is muchly appreciated.