#errantcanis

lucys-chamber said:

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      Immediately his eyes light up, there’s all different kinds in here. Some he’s never tried before. It’s the perfect gift in his mind. Small but meaningful and something he truly adores from someone he does as well. 

     The last one. The last subordinate to trickle back into the forest. Mafia and Agency together, working to beat that which worked so hard to tear them apart. There must be something said about it, about seeing each walk off on the same path, the same way back to their beloved city. Evening and night.

      It’s the clearing that alerts them, the sudden silence of nature, giving off just how alone the two of them were here. Surrounded by trees and sky, even his ability has skipped off. So shoulders dropped, the relief of days built up now sinking into the soil beneath their feet. 

      This isn’t like a day ago. But it didn’t make that fact retreat, the memory of one against the other. Old allies, old companions, at each other’s throat. The mark still fresh on a pale skinned neck. It made the doctor shiver. So close had he been to ending such a precious important life. So close the scales of judgement weighed in the mafia’s favor. He hoped Yukichi understood, he knew he will.

       Drifting with the calm breeze the doctor, boss, moved towards him. To run delicate fingertips tracing scar with the feathery precision of the surgeon’s hand. Expectant of a refusal, shaken when he receives nothing. There’s an urge to speak, to break this calm with words no matter how precise and fragile they would be like the bull breaking china.

      Settling for thin-lined smile, one that speaks enough for itself in this soundless void. Gliding fingertips from neck to trace blade cut chin. Urge face to turn just enough to meet. Lips for lips in a solemn kiss. Drawing, grasping for any lingering thoughts of where and when the two once met. Bring memories rushing and build a fire under the longing that already raged muffled deep in chest. 

        A long kiss, not long enough, it’s president that pulls back away. Takes the first step to part far before Mori wished it to end. Pull away to fold arms in sleeves, lower gaze. Take with him the faintest smile before being left fully alone. A smile both pleased and saddened in the same glimpsed expression that it loudly proclaimed what was still there. Something was still there.

💖 - gogol for mushitaro, with many theatrics

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you  snatch  your  hand  away  as  quickly  as  you  can  manage  .  ❛     i’d  prefer  it  if  you  kept  your  hands  to  yourself  ,  you  fiend  .     ❜

‘ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll ’ - gogol to mushitaro

❛     oh  ,  so  you  do  have  some  morals  !     ❜  your  tone  drops  to  something  unamused  and  flat  .  ❛     and  here  i  thought  you  were  a  complete  psychopath  .     ❜

‘ do i wanna know??? no. but thank u monkey friends ’ - gogol for mushitaro

❛     who  are  you  talking  to  ?     ❜