Loosen up a little. It's not like they're actually going to spot us. They're too busy indulging in the—
( he, too, is distracted. or has been, since the moment he lay eyes on them from across this field of jade that ripples occasionally like a picturesque wave.
it's not like he's that sort of voyeur or anything, but there’s something thrilling about the chase. it makes takasugi's throat itch for a breath, as if he’s been holding it without even realizing it. it's so suddenly enticing, almost like he’s anticipating the moment when either side will rip into the other, their fingers grazing skin to draw back stripes of red.
the thought of it springs out of nowhere, or from somewhere deep down, but the stupid grin on his face subsides when he hears that firm "sit", bringing him back to reality. takasugi's gaze sweeps over rinne with an unassumed sigh. )
... throes of spring, as it were, and we're supposed to be learning what we can. Obviously they'd come somewhere less crowded to handle their business, given how stupidly repressed they all seem to be. It's like we just stumbled upon a hidden achievement without even trying. ... Anyhow, who's in charge here?
( he says while literally taking that seat upon the grass, seemingly unconcerned with getting stains on his clothing.
all it takes is a pluck or two for takasugi to check out the instrument, tilting his neck slightly to the side once he’s satisfied with the sound. it feels as natural as breathing, this, and before long, his strums carry him away into the sound. there's an odd elegance about him while he crafts the backbeat of their music, eyes closed and a bead of sweat running down his cheek. maybe it's because he's not talking for once. )
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Date: 2025-04-07 02:45 pm (UTC)( he, too, is distracted. or has been, since the moment he lay eyes on them from across this field of jade that ripples occasionally like a picturesque wave.
it's not like he's that sort of voyeur or anything, but there’s something thrilling about the chase. it makes takasugi's throat itch for a breath, as if he’s been holding it without even realizing it. it's so suddenly enticing, almost like he’s anticipating the moment when either side will rip into the other, their fingers grazing skin to draw back stripes of red.
the thought of it springs out of nowhere, or from somewhere deep down, but the stupid grin on his face subsides when he hears that firm "sit", bringing him back to reality. takasugi's gaze sweeps over rinne with an unassumed sigh. )
... throes of spring, as it were, and we're supposed to be learning what we can. Obviously they'd come somewhere less crowded to handle their business, given how stupidly repressed they all seem to be. It's like we just stumbled upon a hidden achievement without even trying. ... Anyhow, who's in charge here?
( he says while literally taking that seat upon the grass, seemingly unconcerned with getting stains on his clothing.
all it takes is a pluck or two for takasugi to check out the instrument, tilting his neck slightly to the side once he’s satisfied with the sound. it feels as natural as breathing, this, and before long, his strums carry him away into the sound. there's an odd elegance about him while he crafts the backbeat of their music, eyes closed and a bead of sweat running down his cheek. maybe it's because he's not talking for once. )