that's the first thought that crosses takasugi's mind, before his body goes completely stiff, his neck heating up from the messy, breathy words that are whispered into it. these embraces are always alarming, even when they're not as haphazard as this one, but not in a bad way. he just isn't used to it. isn't used to other men doing more than a clap on the back, or an arm around the shoulder, and so rinne's main way of showing appreciation has always been something to stop and give him pause. like a song he's gotten hooked on, slowly weaving its way into the essence of who he is.
warm enough to choke what he wants to say in his throat, takasugi suddenly feeling more embarrassed than sullen. be gentle with him? that thing he joked about months ago? obviously, he wasn't... but rinne— )
It's not as bad as you make it sound. And it all happened so long ago. I had Kusaka, and... he—
( ... and it's here where he lifts a hand to rub rinne's back, trying to be soothing. claws dragging lightly against the fabric. it's obvious which one of them can hold their liquor more, with or without the declaration that sobered him up in a flash.
takasugi's reds travel to the ceiling and away, and he really shouldn't be so juvenile. he's the older one. the one to give an inspiring lecture, or at least proceed with uplifting his junior here, who was really becoming someone much more than that, wasn't he? )
I could say not to stress about it, but with the way I talk about the past, it's clearly been on your mind. Tonight... I'll make it up to you. Carry you home, so there won't be any problem. Alright? So, no need to feel sorry for me.
( rinne, who had showed up so cutely at his door to celebrate. across this planet, and across space, they'd somehow met. )
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that's the first thought that crosses takasugi's mind, before his body goes completely stiff, his neck heating up from the messy, breathy words that are whispered into it. these embraces are always alarming, even when they're not as haphazard as this one, but not in a bad way. he just isn't used to it. isn't used to other men doing more than a clap on the back, or an arm around the shoulder, and so rinne's main way of showing appreciation has always been something to stop and give him pause. like a song he's gotten hooked on, slowly weaving its way into the essence of who he is.
warm enough to choke what he wants to say in his throat, takasugi suddenly feeling more embarrassed than sullen. be gentle with him? that thing he joked about months ago? obviously, he wasn't... but rinne— )
It's not as bad as you make it sound. And it all happened so long ago. I had Kusaka, and... he—
( ... and it's here where he lifts a hand to rub rinne's back, trying to be soothing. claws dragging lightly against the fabric. it's obvious which one of them can hold their liquor more, with or without the declaration that sobered him up in a flash.
takasugi's reds travel to the ceiling and away, and he really shouldn't be so juvenile. he's the older one. the one to give an inspiring lecture, or at least proceed with uplifting his junior here, who was really becoming someone much more than that, wasn't he? )
I could say not to stress about it, but with the way I talk about the past, it's clearly been on your mind. Tonight... I'll make it up to you. Carry you home, so there won't be any problem. Alright? So, no need to feel sorry for me.
( rinne, who had showed up so cutely at his door to celebrate. across this planet, and across space, they'd somehow met. )