𓆙 Serpent Cutie

- @https-yakumo

Rei’s facial features soften at the question. To stay with him until he fell asleep. For most people, Rei would decline. He’d say that he was ‘too busy’, and head back to his lab so he could resume his research.

But this. This was different. Rei wasn’t sure how he could put this feeling. It felt desperate ; clingy, almost. This was new. He could look into this later

"Y — You're so... I like you, too, Mister Rei... You're so kind to me.." There was a bit of hesitation, and a deep breath. "I — I don't know if I deserve it at all, but... I like it.."

Yakumo holds a basket tightly, both of his hands squeezing the woven handle much too tightly.

I, ah.. I baked some sweets for you. - @https-yakumo

Good evening, Yaku—

Edmond is put into stunned silence at the gesture. The gift, more appropriately worded. With a clear of his throat, he begins to speak once more.

Oh? I must thank you kindly. That is quite kind of you. I—

He’s trying to find the proper words to say. The right gesture to make. It wasn’t so late, either. And so, Edmond’s gloved hand pats the spot next to him on the swinging bench.

Ah...

Yakumo hesitates at first, mouth opening to splutter something along the lines of 'Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, or take up your time, or —' ; But he firmly stops himself, taking a deep breath. Edmond wouldn't invite him to stay if he didn't truly want him to.

I would.. like that, yes.

I hope that making these wasn’t much of a hassle for you. Or a mess, either.

He says as he lifts up the blue cloth up to peek inside the basket. His gaze was fixated on the various brownies and muffins that were neatly packed inside the basket. Danishes and tarts, too. All of them looked delicious.

N — No, no, of course not.. It's never a hassle, really..

His cheeks only burn brighter at the praise, his head ducking until his hair covered his face.

Ah.. Do you really think so? A.. A bakery..

I do think so. Genuinely. The idea of it is sweet, is it not? I believe that the setting would suit you,

He takes a muffin from the basket, his eyes sifting down to the baked good. It was blueberry; how fitting.

Oh..! Hm.. Alright.

Yakumo smiled a bit, reaching for a chocolate chip muffin. He much preferred watching others enjoy his sweets, over tasting them himself. Edmond was right, though — as he often was. It was only fair for Yakumo to enjoy one as well.

Ah, as delicious as always. Your recipes never fail to amaze me.

As he complimented the baker, his icy blue hues travelled to the other man — where he saw that he wasn’t looking at him. A confused knit of his brows took place on his forehead.

N — No! No, no.. It's just.. not very often that I eat my own baking.

Yakumo laughed quietly, shyly, as he lowered the muffin in his hand.

Though...

He seemed hesitant for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as though he were in deep, deep thought.

Yakumo holds a basket tightly, both of his hands squeezing the woven handle much too tightly.

I, ah.. I baked some sweets for you. - @https-yakumo

Good evening, Yaku—

Edmond is put into stunned silence at the gesture. The gift, more appropriately worded. With a clear of his throat, he begins to speak once more.

Oh? I must thank you kindly. That is quite kind of you. I—

He’s trying to find the proper words to say. The right gesture to make. It wasn’t so late, either. And so, Edmond’s gloved hand pats the spot next to him on the swinging bench.

Ah...

Yakumo hesitates at first, mouth opening to splutter something along the lines of 'Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, or take up your time, or —' ; But he firmly stops himself, taking a deep breath. Edmond wouldn't invite him to stay if he didn't truly want him to.

I would.. like that, yes.

I hope that making these wasn’t much of a hassle for you. Or a mess, either.

He says as he lifts up the blue cloth up to peek inside the basket. His gaze was fixated on the various brownies and muffins that were neatly packed inside the basket. Danishes and tarts, too. All of them looked delicious.

N — No, no, of course not.. It's never a hassle, really..

His cheeks only burn brighter at the praise, his head ducking until his hair covered his face.

Ah.. Do you really think so? A.. A bakery..

I do think so. Genuinely. The idea of it is sweet, is it not? I believe that the setting would suit you,

He takes a muffin from the basket, his eyes sifting down to the baked good. It was blueberry; how fitting.

Oh..! Hm.. Alright.

Yakumo smiled a bit, reaching for a chocolate chip muffin. He much preferred watching others enjoy his sweets, over tasting them himself. Edmond was right, though — as he often was. It was only fair for Yakumo to enjoy one as well.

Yakumo holds a basket tightly, both of his hands squeezing the woven handle much too tightly.

I, ah.. I baked some sweets for you. - @https-yakumo

Good evening, Yaku—

Edmond is put into stunned silence at the gesture. The gift, more appropriately worded. With a clear of his throat, he begins to speak once more.

Oh? I must thank you kindly. That is quite kind of you. I—

He’s trying to find the proper words to say. The right gesture to make. It wasn’t so late, either. And so, Edmond’s gloved hand pats the spot next to him on the swinging bench.

Ah...

Yakumo hesitates at first, mouth opening to splutter something along the lines of 'Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, or take up your time, or —' ; But he firmly stops himself, taking a deep breath. Edmond wouldn't invite him to stay if he didn't truly want him to.

I would.. like that, yes.

I hope that making these wasn’t much of a hassle for you. Or a mess, either.

He says as he lifts up the blue cloth up to peek inside the basket. His gaze was fixated on the various brownies and muffins that were neatly packed inside the basket. Danishes and tarts, too. All of them looked delicious.

N — No, no, of course not.. It's never a hassle, really..

His cheeks only burn brighter at the praise, his head ducking until his hair covered his face.

Ah.. Do you really think so? A.. A bakery..

Yakumo holds a basket tightly, both of his hands squeezing the woven handle much too tightly.

I, ah.. I baked some sweets for you. - @https-yakumo

Good evening, Yaku—

Edmond is put into stunned silence at the gesture. The gift, more appropriately worded. With a clear of his throat, he begins to speak once more.

Oh? I must thank you kindly. That is quite kind of you. I—

He’s trying to find the proper words to say. The right gesture to make. It wasn’t so late, either. And so, Edmond’s gloved hand pats the spot next to him on the swinging bench.

Ah...

Yakumo hesitates at first, mouth opening to splutter something along the lines of 'Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, or take up your time, or —' ; But he firmly stops himself, taking a deep breath. Edmond wouldn't invite him to stay if he didn't truly want him to.

I would.. like that, yes.

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yakumo slowly waking up and letting out little mumbles of confusion at the unfamiliar feeling before he fully comes to and sees.. quincy? kissing his tummy??

and he’s flustered and bewildered, staring down at the other man with wide doey eyes because of course he is, since when does quincy wake him up with acts of affection like this??? is he still dreaming????