Leashed

It was almost instinctual, sensing the chill as is ran through slim form. Rashomon was so used to the feeling, that of a second body that wasn't his own. One he encircled on a constant basis. Kept safe, kept warm. Especially on days such as today.

Normally the fabric itself was enough, but when the wind tumbled between the buildings or roared above the city, whipping up long coat fabric, that was when he was needed most.

For the void burned with a constant heat. Hot enough to melt metal and seer city ground. Or warm enough to provide a bit of extra heat when the cold swept in.

“If you have the strength to whine about dying you are not dying.” He pressed his eyes closed and, while reaching for the hand planted at his hip, opted to cross his arms loosely instead. Attempts to ignore the needful one had proven and always would prove to be in vain but the casual game kept both of them sharp.

With eyelids lifting slowly Akutagawa moved his head back a touch to peer at his constant, the tip of his nose taking the place of his cheek. “But yes. Unless someone was to fall from the sky and splatter at our feet, we are done.” Forbid that from ever happening he thought firmly. Barring any sudden unexpected events he exhaled an unhindered breath and swept a hand upward to place a knuckle beneath Rashomon’s chin. “What will it be this evening?”

A tease, the playful banter of two crossing life on the same wavelength. Pointing out his little whine only elicited an actual soft one to come from him. The hungry, playful pup who could tear space in an instant. What a feat to be the one he would come to heel. 

A shiver of excitement that he’s been graciously granted his wish for a good meal. Bodies and barriers were fine and dandy but humans created such delicious plates of food that he could never get enough of. 

Exceptions can be made…

A smirk and a soft hmmph was his reply at first as he sensed Rashomon materialize behind him. There was something to be said about his beastly form, a bladed ribbon so deadly and elegant. Yet, as he heard the voice by his ear and felt the unmistakable squeeze of a hand, there was also something about his human-like form that was roughly charming. To him at least.

“Your confidence in yourself knows no bounds.” A compliment rather than criticism.

A quick puff of air from nose, feigning a pout as if he didn’t know the words were complimentary. Knowing, sensing their meaning all the same. Rashomon was quick to settle in behind his host. A free hand resting on the man’s hip as chin gently retook position on shoulder. Keeping his weight off but brushing their cheeks together none-the-less. 

i thought thats spaghetti

dksfjhgsdfg no! XD It’s like a chestnut paste pushed through a piping nozzle