Shirohashi Kazuro
He/Him
Twenty-Eight
September 29
Ecruteak City, Johto
Demisexual
Hitman
Senior Ranger
a million miles away, come back and stay
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Asahiko Hakuryuu
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…She seemed far more touchy than he remembered her being in the past.[break] He had no issue with it.[break][break]
It did, however, prompt a quietly curious eye from him every so often; one that hadn’t quite lingered long enough to instigate inquiry, though one that recurred rather frequently in light of her gestures as she spoke. As per usual, he gave low, idling hums as she uttered along, the tone in itself providing little more than instinctive confirmation of attentiveness to the conversation. He listened. He remained aware.[break][break]
He appreciated the closeness that she had to offer. He smiled, softly, upon feeling her hold herself so snugly against his form; an ongoing gesture that he, himself, could only respond in turn to in the form of a gentle rub of the thumb against her hand, as well as a gingerly press of the face against her hair as she voiced her thoughts.[break][break]
Such had been the case after they’d been seated, and rather than looking towards the windows surrounding them, his gaze met none other than hers as he reached his other hand over, cupping hers warmly and softly between both of his own.[break][break]
”...Mmn. An excuse is never needed…” he mused lowly in response, lifting a hand to cup her cheek as he pressed his lips against her forehead within a tender touch. The tips of his fingers remained against her within a caress following the gesture, all while bicolored hues of emerald and amber met hers of amethyst, his tone quieting and softening more as he added, ”My attention is yours. …An excuse is never needed when I’m not only at your call, but always wanting of it.”[break][break]
Humming with a stillness that contrasted the business outside, he closed his eyes while shifting faintly; his arm instead hooking over her shoulders to pull her closer as his hand strayed from her cheek, only to slip the tips of its fingers beneath hers within another, gingerly curl and hold. He rested the side of his face against her hair, almost burying it against her.[break][break]
”...Though the moon has yet to appear, I know it will be beautiful— just as it always has been, and as it always will be.”
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