[ His face is guided by that cool hand, and soft kisses come one after another. If he could, Hiyori would probably roll onto his side and pull Komaeda close, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. He'd be overbearing with his affection, running his fingers through hair and kissing the top of his head and more with no regard. But his body is useless now, his body injured from top to bottom and heavy from drugs and his mind barely capable of thought. Such as it is, everything is on Komaeda's time and every action and movement and show of affection can be guided by his hand.
He searches his memory for what he knows about Dubai. It's a conservative and religious state, one that clings to a way of life that have no place in the era of information. He doesn't immediately object though. ]
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He searches his memory for what he knows about Dubai. It's a conservative and religious state, one that clings to a way of life that have no place in the era of information. He doesn't immediately object though. ]
Why there?