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[swordhardy]

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[wray]

[ if only rokurou can see his face right now. he's not buying it. ]

Are you certain?

[swordhardy]

Definitely.

I’ll see you later?

[wray]

... Until later, then.

1/3

[swordhardy]

Looking forward to it

2/3

[swordhardy]

3/3

[swordhardy]

So how’s his cock

[wray]

[ ?????????????????????? ]

What does this have to do with anything?

[swordhardy]

Just curious

[wray]

This goes beyond curiousity,
Rokurou Rangetsu. What is your problem?

[swordhardy]

No, no problem
Have fun

[ Fuck, he needs a drink. Or twelve. ]

[wray]

Very well.

[ it's not like he already hasn't said farewell... he'll leave it at that. ]

The next day??

[swordhardy]

Hey, sorry about last night
I think I got food poisoning and it went to my head

[ Does he honestly believe this and not realize he was jealous? Yes. Yes he does. ]

he takes forever replying back.

[wray]

That hardly explains the interrogation I was subjected to.

[swordhardy]

Think you can just forget about that?

[wray]

Will this happen again?

[swordhardy]

It won’t

[wray]

Then I'll hold you to that, this time.

It will be forgotten.

[swordhardy]

I'll make it up to you
How about I cook you dinner sometime?

[wray]

No tricks?

[swordhardy]

No tricks
Just curry

[wray]

I will bring your hairtie.

[swordhardy]

Sounds like a plan

[wray]

Very well.

[ the fated day comes not too long after this exchange, and as six promised, he has rokurou's hairtie with him as he makes his way over to the now-too-familiar apartment. the only hesitation he experiences is when he's already at the door, ready to announce his arrival, curled fist hovering by the door. there's the doorbell too, but maybe if he knocks, there are better chances of it getting missed.

then he can turn around and be on his merry way, forget this ever happened. alas that's not quite how it works...

soon enough, he's knocking at the door and now he's left to wait for rokurou to answer it. ]

[swordhardy]

[ It's not an immediate answer; after a minute or two he answers the door, cocking his head before giving a smile once he sees who it is. A smile that speaks nothing of the last time they spoke. It's as if he really has forgotten that it happened at all.

(Of course, he hasn't. He's just quite good at repressing what feelings he does have these days.) ]

Hey! Come in.

[ He isn't dressed in his usual kimono and hakama. Just hanging around the apartment, the daemon keeps to loose gray sweatpants and a tight white tee with a pair of slippers, considerably more plain than his usual embroidered brightly colored selections.

Padding into the kitchen, he reaches for a glass— ]

Want a drink? I have tea.

[wray]

[ six's wariness only grows not because it takes rokurou a while to answer the door, but because of how he looks when he finally does. the smile is ever-present and familiar, and yet it gives the erune pause because he doesn't know if he can trust it.

(the same goes for six: even though he said he would, it's hard to forget an outburst like that.) ]

... Tea is fine.

[ thankfully, six has found other clothes to wear beyond his eternals uniform. they're still plain— a simple jacket, shirt, and pants. the only thing that might seem out of the ordinary is the shirt that's been modified to be backless, but that's why he's wearing a jacket!

he reaches inside his pocket to retrieve what he'd meant to return. in his palm is rokurou's hair tie, like he mentioned. ]

Here.