[Despite the fact he'd prepared for it, Kazuha still startles slightly as Heizou's hand guides him in back to his lips. He's not frighted, but the feeling of a kiss was still strange and new.]
I, um... [He stumbles over his thoughts, verbal fumbles that few would expect of a poet, but he doesn't draw away. One hand plants firmly on the earth as he leans in, kissing back, lips tingling as he tries to learn from Heizou's direction.
The samurai's hand swipes gently up the detective's arm, up to brush some red stands away from his face. He's actually... really pretty. He turns his head to the side again at the next break, ears burning.]
How long have you... [Maybe that's not the question he wanted to ask. Kazuha's pale brows knit, his expression thoughtful.] How would you describe it?
[It's cute, how he stumbles like this, and Heizou finds he gains a little confidence from it as he patiently waits for the samurai to sort through his thoughts.
Goosebumps prickle up his arm in the wake of the light brush of fingers and he ducks his head slightly in embarrassment at the immediate flush across his face when his hair is brushed aside. Honestly, it isn't as if he's new to this...]
Describe it?
[It's such a 'Kazuha' kind of question, isn't it? 'How long' would have been just as tricky to answer.]
It's... [Hmm...] It's like... [He wants to kiss him again. It's distracting.]
Have you ever climbed up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and watched the sun come up?
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Date: 2024-12-19 07:32 am (UTC)I, um... [He stumbles over his thoughts, verbal fumbles that few would expect of a poet, but he doesn't draw away. One hand plants firmly on the earth as he leans in, kissing back, lips tingling as he tries to learn from Heizou's direction.
The samurai's hand swipes gently up the detective's arm, up to brush some red stands away from his face. He's actually... really pretty. He turns his head to the side again at the next break, ears burning.]
How long have you... [Maybe that's not the question he wanted to ask. Kazuha's pale brows knit, his expression thoughtful.] How would you describe it?
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Date: 2024-12-31 01:38 am (UTC)Goosebumps prickle up his arm in the wake of the light brush of fingers and he ducks his head slightly in embarrassment at the immediate flush across his face when his hair is brushed aside. Honestly, it isn't as if he's new to this...]
Describe it?
[It's such a 'Kazuha' kind of question, isn't it? 'How long' would have been just as tricky to answer.]
It's... [Hmm...] It's like... [He wants to kiss him again. It's distracting.]
Have you ever climbed up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and watched the sun come up?