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“Are you… alright? Is it really too much for you?”

“Aren’t you cute for trying not to look.”

He’s just gonna hide with Totsuka. Putting a blanket on top of them. They’re not there.

Sora: “Cleavage isn’t indecent! Shush~”

The reply made Yata grin, although he’d never go hard on Totsuka. The others were rowdies, and didn’t hesitate throwing around insults as well which got him fired up with the desire to hit the snowball in their faces to make them shut up, but with the blond, Yata held no such feelings. He’d rather even protect him, just like Anna, despite Totsuka being taller and older.

“You would for sure. But it’d be a shame if your camera got hit and broke. But maybe you can try hiding behind Mikoto-san,” Yata suggested followed by a laugh, as their King would most likely just let the snowballs melt before they’d hit him.

He’d observed what Totsuka was doing, and had a feeling he would receive a snowball in return, which he also did, letting it willingly hit him. It hardly bothered him.

“Heh, now you’re just asking for it!” And with that Yata was quick to return the favor, still barely using any force behind his throw. Maybe this was a good time to take a small break from building the snowman.

⌠❖⌡ "Ahahah, I could just hide behind him and the snow would melt long before it ever had the chance to even get near me, but, that feels like cheating doesn't it?" That's what it felt like to him, at least, while he smiled more than happy at the shorter man before him. However, he was right about the camera he can't have it getting destroyed after all that would be the worst thing to happen! The fact that the other let the snowball hit did cause the sandy blond to chuckle in turn at how cute that was, it's not until he hears the others words and he 'barely' threw a snowball at him once more. 

“Yeah, but you also have quite a few hobbies.. got into anything new lately?” Yata asked while resting his chin on Totsuka’s shoulder, too lazy to keep his head up. He was always curious to hear what the other tried out, even if some things could be really strange.

“Eh? You can’t be that bad!” Yata exclaimed after Totsuka’s statement. Mario Cart could be tricky, even he knew that, because the more people played, the crazier it got. Especially when you were first, others suddenly started to hate you. “I don’t believe it until I see it.” Was that an invitation? Definitely. “And don’t worry, I doubt I can get annoyed with you.” A smile followed his words.

A sudden yawn escaped Yata’s lips, his eyes briefly closing, all due to the comfortable warmth he was surrounded with, making his body feel heavier and heavier as he leaned more and more into Totsuka, whose shoulder he was using as pillow.

⌠❖⌡ "Mmm, well cooking seems to be my new hobby more than anything else lately, that and carrying around the new retro camera that I bought from a pawn shop!" It was sitting over on one of the many bar tables, he wasn't worried about it getting taken or stolen away the only people who really came in here were members of HOMRA. ... Sometimes that second in command from the blue side as well he caught sight of her a few times before, but, never made a comment on the matter it wasn't any of his business after all! "You say that but I can't play a video game for my life~!" 

He didn’t seem to notice the grand smile on Tatara’s face at first; Reisi still far lost in his circling thoughts. It wasn’t until he heard HOMRA’S Butterfly spoke up again, causing him to freeze momentarily into their embrace. A small chuckle left his lips then, only slightly pulling away from Tatara with a soft, small smile on his lips.

“Something far too little people agree with you on, but, thank you.” He truly meant it – regardless of how his tone sounded, regardless of how he seemed so indifferent to the idea. Still, after a second or two, he pulled away from the other man (a bit hesitantly, regardless).

His smile seemed…Oddly sad; oddly in disbelief over the sight of the other man still. He was still a l i v e, after all, regardless of it all.                Somehow, he managed to survive an attempted murder by a King – he managed to save himself and, perhaps, everyone else around him because of it.

He had every right to be spiteful, yet, here he was; a bright Butterfly, cheerful and overjoyed. Reisi couldn’t understand it, truthfully, but he pretended to do so. If not for himself, but for the man before him.

“You’re far too precious for this world, Tatara.”

⌠❖⌡ For a moment, he was stuck with the feeling that the other didn't want to be touched anymore with how he slightly pulled away like that, about to let go till he heard those words of thanks spoken with a rather indifferent tone. That hesitation is what kept him from fully leaving the taller man's personal space for about a second--Before he finally released him entirely and placed both arms behind his back and seemed to be keeping to himself to not make himself more of an annoyance than he likely already was. Seeing that sad smile upon Reisi's lips caused him to quite obviously frown, head canting to the side while gazing upon him in a quiet manner. The word's spoken... Caught him off guard quite easily, blinking at them quite noticeably... 'You're far too precious for this world, Tatara.' it caused a... 

Fairly interesting smile to cross the sandy blond's features it was hard to tell 'exactly' what it was displaying. "You've got the wrong guy, Reisi." After all... After a while, even his own 'king' got annoyed with him and his over-excited nature and he got beat up often for it outside of HOMRA's walls being Homra's Butterfly... Didn't mean anything when you cannot defend yourself and most of his outward nature... Was just because someone needed to be that one man that felt no fear, that could never be put down and smiled when and where no one else could that calm pillar everyone needs... Even when it was tearing himself apart, he would always make sure those he cared about... 

⌠❖⌡ Upon the sight of the other man raising his hand to the Butterfly's head, he could not help but 'flinch' away from the contact about to be made to it. One too many times has his head been all but 'squished' by the taller man, even if he did 'deserve it' more often than not his body was just trained in the action as sad as that was to admit... Really, if it weren't for the fact the sandy blond was trying to keep up appearances, he would have tried more than just naturally flinching away from what was most likely going to be yet another painful experience. Only... To pause feeling the other man being surprisingly gentle in pulling him down, it put a look of confusion upon the shorters features the moment it occurred. 

Once he was down and Mikoto's arms wrapped around him the Butterfly found himself blinking just once, gazing up in a small and cute manner to the man who was his King in what could only be curiosity. That chin resting on his head now made his gaze drop back down in an even manner, staring at the wall across from them in a silent manner just as the other was doing. ... Well, if he wanted to talk about it he hoped that Mikoto knew he could and didn't have to keep it all bottled in, for now, he's just going to snuggle and curl into the other's chest and relax. 

The kiss pressed to the top of his head did cause the Butterfly to blink again as a light rosy tinge crossed his features, he was more than content to stay close in that 'special' warmth only Mikoto was capable of supplying, that might even be a small sound escaping him akin to that of a content purr as what was once stark 'confusion' was now replaced by such a grand and happy smile he’s not going to move now unless you do Mikoto.