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     “  tachihara.  i know what you did.  ”

       “Oh? Was that too soon? Sorry ‘suke~! But I’m curious!” A lie, he was just bored, there was nothing to do so he might as well make conversation, “Come oooon we’re friends~!”

    Tatsuhiko gave her another kiss and gently nudged her forehead with his own, “Miss me...~?”

I’M GONNA MATERIALIZE INTO YOUR APARTMENT AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING KNEES

“But I’m not. Now be quiet and relax with me since neither of us have anything to do...” He hummed to himself and found himself burying his face in her hair with a small smile on his face. “Even Atlas deserves breaks, no~?”

“Am I~? Well someone’s filled with compliments today, do you expect the same from me, Hanabata~?” Tomoyasu replied, moving a tad closer to the other and using him as a recliner-pillow of sorts as he worked. “I’ll give you this- you are rather comfortable- and I do indeed like seeing you this soft... gives me the satisfaction of hearing something outside of your religious prattle.”

“  you aren’t welcome, you’re the last person i want around,  ”  the wounded beast is sated in the presence of a fellow bird of prey. though their conditions could shift any second, from tame hostility into another brutish power struggle. his spirit is sinking, it cannot swim to the surface, it isn’t strong enough to break through the threshold, to resist the lull of currents that dull his calamity. rashomon holds him close and tight, snug under his arms and around his chest despite his aversion to outside comforts. unknowingly seeking the affection that akutagawa had banished from his past, present, and future. like all others vices, people are addictive and akutagawa learns to expect nothing from them except the consequences that come from indulgence. though even during his protest, he doesn’t escape the presence of the most irritating type. only lifting his knobby knees into his chest where his wrinkled cravat is squished between, chin settling there and a heavy sigh escapes his heavier lungs. he resists admitting that his words don’t match his actions, something unknown stops him from escaping. the need to deny himself satisfaction is not as potent as his yearning for gratification.