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@blazinguard​ | 💙‘d for a starter

Ayato's stroll into the kitchen was an ominous surprise to those passed by him on the trip, no doubt. Especially so, given the prior notes he had received about his proclivity to attempt to assemble a meal all his own when hungry. So, as such, here he was: stubbornly at the source itself even if he cannot create his own concoction.

" If you cannot think of what to make for dinner, might I suggest a hot pot game? " Mischievous glint hidden behind composed expression, attention focused on the back of his dedicated housekeeper as they seemingly ruminated on just what dishes might sate the oh so hungry clan head and his sister tonight.

@blazinguard​ | blows a kiss to my bestie

There was a chill that persistently continued to engulf the estate even as a change in season grew nearer still--- spacious rooms designed to let air in during the sweltering summers failing to protect their inhabitants from the elements of winter. The immaculate lord himself was not immune to the cold that seeped in through paper thin walls, though how he tried to give off the air that he was. Clad in thick, winter kimono with westernized elements he sat before a low tea table with the burning hearth some feet away, the heat that radiated from it just enough to even out the bite of cold that nipped at the bare skin of his face. His companion however, seemed characteristically unbothered. At times, it felt like a strange contrast to the Thoma he remembered before their Vision manifested and the one that existed before him now--- already wearing something that seemed more suited the upcoming weather of early spring.

" Are you not cold? " He knew the answer, truly, fingers moving wooden chess piece with nary a moment of hesitation seconds after the blond’s own turn. Double speak would flow from his lips in time, hand gesturing just enough to his side for emphasis: “ Perhaps it might be better for you to face the hearth, than have your back to it. “

‘ Come sit with me, so that I might indulge in your warmth. ‘

The night began so simply.

' Tell Thoma I expect for him to tend to my bath this evening. '

Heavy, silk kimono was unceremoniously discarded, fine thread and lacquered accessories dropping to grace woven mats in a nondescript pile, exposing simple cotton nagajuban to humid, thick with steam, air. This was a nightly tradition the overworked head of the K.amisato often did alone, aside from the momentary assistance of the noble house's servants. The room he stood in contained a finely constructed tub that needed to be filled, after all, and below that a hearth where a fire needed to be stoked then smoldered. All tasks considered beneath him, due to the circumstances of his birth. Noble blood, smooth hands, body still spry and flexible; the lord tended to from the very moment he came into this world. A man such as he should not debase himself in such a manner--- yet...