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"I am special, though." He says slowly, the expression on his face pulling up into a grin. "I am his most loyal, I am his greatest... I don't expect vermin like you to understand how special I am."

"For him I am utterly transparent and open, I do not hide from him."

"You're still just another human to him. Little more than a tool... Like I am," he mutters, narrowing his eyes.

Porcelain tea cups employed to house a rich umami-dense broth made from stewed kidneys and pan-seared spleen, delicate and fragile as a bird’s hollow bones. Steam building like puffs of cotton struggling to break free. The offerings serving as garnishes should go down easy. Softer and thinner bones built to crackle pleasantly beneath Legato's incisors like sizzling rice in a crystal clear pool of seafood fumet.

Blistered shishito peppers and scallions had speckled the thin sheets of thigh served raw, like new growth peeking through barren earth to search out the warmth of a midday sun. The gelatinous membranes of various eyes had been employed into a captivating dessert speckled with artful lines of blood and sugar syrup. His chilled prosecco was pure and unclouded enough to resemble gemstone as the firelight gleamed off of it’s surface.

Knives sat at the opposite end of the table, swirling wine the color of dark cherries within a wide-mouthed goblet aimlessly. His left arm is crooked, resting against the arm of a velvet lined chair while he leans his chin into his open palm, drumming long fingers against the angle of his jaw.

He isn't a cheerful host imploring his guest to relax and enjoy a meal in attitude nor words, but the gesture is clear.

Legato will eat, or he will starve.

It is his choice.

“What do you think you’re doing to him?”

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The question ringing in the air as Legato stood in front of him. Why did people need to get in his way in order to help his brother. -- And by help it was not the kind of help 'Knives' wanted. He stood there gun in hand, was he really going to get in his way?

Vash's eyes narrowed as he looked at Legato. What was Vash doing to Knives? More like what was he doing to him? His voice low and dangerous as if his bright blue eyes were already threatening the man in front of him.

❝ Saving my brother that's what. ❞

He answers in a tone to not question him any further.

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Legato is a lot of things, but he isn't stupid. He can note the growing flush in Knives's pale skin, a heated contrast to the cold blue of his eyes. He can tell that his Lord moves with a touch less of his usual perfect composure and intention. And there is some.. Sweet smell in the air; which Legato marks to be some plant phenomena that he doesn't understand.

He can also tell that Knives knows he's been staring.

He is aware, on the periphery of his knowledge about Plants, that Knives has some sort of season. But he would never presume to ever be involved. But here is Knives, acknowledging the situation and... encouraging it. To Legato, that is explicit permission. The first move already made.

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them before dropping to his knees. Golden eyes glance upwards, taking in the form above him.

"Please, Lord Knives, please allow me to assist you." He says it like a prayer...

He presses the blunt edges of his fingernails against the sensitive flesh of his palm, trying to ignore that irritating itch at the ends of his fingertips. His self-control is managing to keep him from simply knocking Bluesummers off his feet and mounting his face, but just barely.

Knives licks his lips faintly, closing his eyes as he tries to gather his thoughts. He wasn't sure if he wanted to risk accidentally killing Legato if his cock managed to bloom while inside of his throat and cut off airflow, humans were so easily incapacitated by the slightest things. Food and hydration breaks were also, regrettably, important.

Ugh, why did copulation with their species have to be so... complicated. He'd never even entertain the thought normally, but he knew that he wouldn't have to risk his own safety if it was Legato.

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