IC inbox; recolle

[okitactless]

Yasusada

I'd rather be doing kendo

VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION

Comments

[okitactless]

[Kashuu will regret thinking that when he gets jealous over an 8-year-old painting Yamato's nails, just admit it.

He grunts as Kashuu clambers over him, and maybe some other time, he'd throw in a light kick, just because. He doesn't do that, but he does grumble a little, even as he tosses one of the pillows over his shoulder. For a minute, he considers making Kashuu grab the blanket himself, since he doesn't quite want to pull his hand away from his bokuto; but Kashuu is going out of his way quite a bit for him, after all. So he sighs, but only quietly, and turns over, adjusting the blanket so that it's covering Kashuu as well. If he remembers correctly, Kashuu's feet get colder than his hands, so he does his best to toss it over him in a way that will cover them.]

Don't drool on my pillowcase, I just washed it. [Because saying "good night, Kiyomitsu, thank you for staying with me" is far too logical, and Yamato does have a little tsun in him.

(But he doesn't turn back over to grab the bokuto again. Instead, his fingers find their way to Kashuu's back--not quite latching onto his shirt, just resting there, drawn to the steady warmth of his presence. Yamato isn't always so tactile, but when he's in the mood, it's a constant thing.

He doesn't think about the fact that Kashuu's the only one he's ever done it to.

He doesn't think about anything at all, really. Because he'd been certain that sleep was a lost cause, but with Kashuu safely close by, the exhaustion from his earlier panic hits him in full force. He drifts off quickly.)

He doesn't dream again tonight.]