(Watching Aki curiously, observing his every move as he lights the cigarette, takes a breath, and sees the way his shoulders relax, the calm sweeps over and he feels proud of himself.
It's nice to see his gift appreciated. It's good to know that he did well.
And when he offers, he looks at the cigarette, at Aki, and back at the cigarette. Lifting himself up just enough to meet him, he leans in and takes a drag. Eyes closed, inhaling slowly. He recognizes this taste. He's tasted and smelled it on Aki plenty of times before but this is stronger. He doesn't dislike it but it's a different experience from using a kiseru pipe which is what he's more accustomed to. Maybe that's why he doesn't take as much as Aki.
When he's finished, he holds his breath and slips off. Tilting his face up to look up at him, he exhales slowly, letting the smoke spill.)
Watching Tsurumaru draw in from the cigarette, breathe it out, the smell of smoke, painfully familiar... It reminds him of home, and people that are lost, but he's not filled with the same agonising pain as before. He'd considered giving up, back home, wanting to try and live a little longer, as if this was the real risk.
He picked it back up with the stresses of kaiju.
Leaning in, he nudges their noses together, presses a kiss against Tsurumaru's mouth. ]
(Nuzzling against him, opening his mouth to kiss him gently, sweetly, a little messily in his hazy state. He hums in affirmation, slipping into the feeling again. There it is, that taste he remembers,)
(He cares too much. Stresses about others too much. Takes on more stress than he should.
Slipping away with a sigh, he settles against Aki and nods. He reaches across, wrapping an arm around him as he makes himself comfortable. Softly, sleepily,)
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It's nice to see his gift appreciated. It's good to know that he did well.
And when he offers, he looks at the cigarette, at Aki, and back at the cigarette. Lifting himself up just enough to meet him, he leans in and takes a drag. Eyes closed, inhaling slowly. He recognizes this taste. He's tasted and smelled it on Aki plenty of times before but this is stronger. He doesn't dislike it but it's a different experience from using a kiseru pipe which is what he's more accustomed to. Maybe that's why he doesn't take as much as Aki.
When he's finished, he holds his breath and slips off. Tilting his face up to look up at him, he exhales slowly, letting the smoke spill.)
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Watching Tsurumaru draw in from the cigarette, breathe it out, the smell of smoke, painfully familiar... It reminds him of home, and people that are lost, but he's not filled with the same agonising pain as before. He'd considered giving up, back home, wanting to try and live a little longer, as if this was the real risk.
He picked it back up with the stresses of kaiju.
Leaning in, he nudges their noses together, presses a kiss against Tsurumaru's mouth. ]
Is that more familiar?
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Mhm. You're better.
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Thank you. For bringing me them.
[ The sentiment kills him. ]
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(He cares too much. Stresses about others too much. Takes on more stress than he should.
Slipping away with a sigh, he settles against Aki and nods. He reaches across, wrapping an arm around him as he makes himself comfortable. Softly, sleepily,)
I'll be sure to surprise you again.
(Again and again.)
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[ Lifting his hand, he strokes it through Tsurumaru's hair, closing his eyes. ]
Rest now.
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Ah, surely, he'll think about that more later. When he's more awake. When he's alone and has time to reflect but for now, he relaxes against him,)
You too.