「☾」;
Yoshi’s slim and beautiful hands moved to run through his brother’s short, boyish hair. Just like when they were younger — Yuudai liked to cling when he was sick even though Yoshi was the younger twin. “Yuudai, I can assure you that you’re not going to die.” He chuckles from behind his mask. “You’ve just got a cold.”
Although Yuudai was the older of the two, he was always the more childish one. And now that he still as if time stopped moving and felt as if he was still 17; it only made him feel more --- child-like compared to his brother who seemed to have matured through the years Yuudai'd lost. The feline had his arms loosening around his brother's hips, pulling away so he could reach for a box of tissue, pulling a ply out to blow his nose into it. Yuck -- "Hey Yoshi. Do you wanna take a bath with me? We used to do it before -- are we allowed to do it again?"














