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   《UNPROMPTED—— !! 》    《@changeborn​​​ sent: KISS 》 

     There went an unheard chuckle— one kept on the  INSIDE.  Quiet and amused. Just another one of the multitudes of expressive forms that Fushimi tended to keep to himself. Though this ‘ found family ’ of sorts had helped him to loosen up, he still hated to be so  OPEN  at times. Small fears fed by the events of his past that one day they too would ultimately leave or betray him despite the hesitant trust he’d placed into  EACH  one of them. All aside from an unwavering bit he’d granted to none other than their King. So seldom did he call him by title for all his humble manners. They were equals and each important in their own right. Why would  ANY  one of them try to place another any higher ? It was something he could only help so much however— it was fact ! They weren’t  CHOSEN  by the Slate to hold such a hefty burden.

             A blessing in its own way for Fushimi who could  NEVER  yearn for the crown.

     Yet despite being in such a position of power, there were still times when Nagare was inexplicably... cute ? Likened to a docile kitten in a way. And although the little bit of laughter remained caged away, there was a  TUG  at the corner of his lips. This much he would allow. “ Hm... Is that what today’s mission is ? Rather demanding, don’t you think ? ” Though they both knew such a goal would never be selfishly assigned. Nagare wasn’t one to abuse his power like that and Fushimi’s comfort was of the  HIGHEST  importance. Nonetheless, the blue eyed male looked over his PDA, pretending for a moment to check the criteria of a nonexistent mission as he hummed once more to himself in ‘ debate ’.

          “ Well, you failed to specify  WHERE  the kiss needed to be, so you can’t complain about what I choose. ” Spoken in a manner that grew quieter as he went on, though they were the only two in the base. Everyone else had taken leave to run personal errands. Knowing their return was yet a  WHILE  to come, Fushimi smirked to himself as he slowly rose from his spot to saunter towards the male. In a swift motion he leaned in close and paused for the briefest of seconds. He was only a breath away. But in the  NEXT  moment redirected his route to place a chaste kiss to the other’s forehead over his bangs.

                                          “ Satisfied ? ”                                                     —— Could one grow any more smug about it ?

… am I… noisy….?

“I don’t know; are you full of vast curiosity, or are you simply idly wondering about the embarrassment of others.  .  .?”

changeborn said: ... have... you.. downloaded... my app?        

🚀—❝You realize that you could implicate me just by calling me like this? ...even if I were to access J.U.N.G.L.E. like you ask, I would have to promptly report my actions to the Blue King...

    It’s not my preference to alienate any of the Kings... nor do I mean any disrespect towards you for it. But I am indebted to Munakata-san for the care his organization offered. I owe him at least this much conscientiousness.

   Let me confer with him. I will negotiate for a ground of neutrality, first. Betrayal doesn’t sit well on my conscience, and I don’t want my decisions to be misconstrued.

             Can you understand that, esteemed Green King?❞

  He spoke quietly, into his Gan-Phone. To his knowledge, his personal frequency remained free of the otherwise ubiquitous presence of Scepter 4 and its inescapable surveillance. It had surprised him, to be contacted by the Green King, Hisui Nagare, although he had secured a briefing about the general identities and interests of the Kings of Color, and their respective clanmates, from an obliging member of Scepter 4. He’d tried to pry the information from Munakata, himself, but the enigmatic monarch was ever-so-deft at avoiding dispensing any knowledge, while gleaning all that he pleased from his conversational partners. Viral had come to realize this, and, following a faint resentment towards it - he’d endeavored to ask one of the younger, less guarded members of the Blue Clan.  

  The Green Clan, J.U.N.G.L.E, was a highly ambitious organization who touched all across the map, yet remained for the most part - as intangible as a ghost. The approach of JUNGLE was imperceptible, but the chaos left in their wake was unmistakable - he desired to treat the personal greeting he received from Nagare very carefully. It was possible... no, probable, that Nagare knew that he was an outsider to Kanto. To Earth. And very much inhuman. Viral couldn’t fathom how much Nagare knew about him, and his unsteady arrival to their world - but he wasn’t about to underestimate the Ever-Changing King.

  ❝I will contact you again, when the matter gains more clarity. Until then, I can offer only my humble salutations, and the absence of prejudice concerning your organization.

     In goodwill and in care, Nagare-san,

                                                           goodbye for now.❞

                                       🐾—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ,                                          ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I

“Haunted?!

    D-do I gotta appease the Jungle God, then? Purge it? Comply? Tatara-san, don’t leave me alone with this thing. How did it know my last name? Not even Kittan knows my last name, I’m real spooked here.