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Rabbit + Canvas || Accepting

Your gift was quite thoughtful, Leon. Thank you very much, it’s lovely! I’ll wear it often ~ I’ll have to be certain to return the gesture *・°☆. Wait for it, okay? As you say, xoxo.

After a week or so in hiding, and another day or so finally poking his head out and getting around, Cloud figured he’d pinned down all of his Moogle-ly traits. Not just the appearance and verbal tic, but also the cheeriness and seemingly random swinging between ‘fearless’ and ‘constantly terrified’.

As it turned out, however, there was another one: an insatiable curiosity that gradually ran from mildly interested to an insistent obsession. More specifically, in this case, it was directed at a man wearing a dress. At least, he thought that it was a man. it was a little hard to be certain.

Normally, he wouldn’t care. Not about the gender, and not about the reason for the dress. It was that person’s business, not Cloud’s. Evidently, the Moogle wasn’t having any of that. There was a mystery to be solved, if a bit rudely.

Except that Cloud’s Moogle side didn’t seem to understand the concept of being rude, just cheery. Still, while Cloud couldn’t reign his inner (or outer) Moogle in completely, he did manage to keep things down. Redirect the curiosity to a more innocuous line of questioning.

Pouring rice into the rice cooker. Carefully, carefully--

A door opens, a roommate emerges from their room, and Kagura loses focus. Too much rice falls, and suddenly it is all over the bench. 

“Oh? Like what?”

“ !! “ 

He was overheard. The fact that he’s keeping a cat is kind of a secret actually so he was reluctant in giving actual information. Not that ther was anything shameful about it, it’s just that somehow Sekine viewed it embarrassing. 

“ Uh... “

      【★】If you’re not out there doing something with your life, then get outta the way. Huh. Honestly, he thought the blondie was just spewing nonsense, but something made sense about that. Well, that and he was dared. Being dared is the real reason he’s walking his way. It’s a little sad he has to be dared to do these kind of things, but it was mainly because he needed an excuse if things were to go sour. It’s a lot easier to say ‘it was a dare’ than to say ‘I just really wanted to do this.’ It leaves you less vulnerable. A dare is what he’ll keep reminding himself that this is as he approached the shaman in a similar manner to the one other time he dared to do anything this brave. “Oi, Hao...” was mumbled before the back of his fingers were used to gently push a strand of hair out of the other’s face to tuck it behind his ear. From there, the hand scooped to rest on the back of his head. God, this still felt so weird. Not in a bad way-- maybe nerve wracking was a better term. It still made him feel like all the breath was knocked right out of him. 

         It wasn’t going to stop him this time. He wanted this, despite the facade of just being a dare. Last time, he kind of ran for the hills afterwards, but this time would be different. If he stood here for any longer, it’s gonna start being weird, so it was time for action. Leaning down, soft pink lips were pressed to the pair before him, hesitance still noticeable at first. It was hard not to be hesitant when you tend to be a nervous wreck around this guy. Deep breaths really wasn’t an option right now, but he attempted to soothe his erratic beating heart with some words of reassurance in his head. This was a good thing. This is good. You’re doing what you never been able to do. With that in mind, his body seemed to become a bit more loose, making it easier to melt into the kiss. If he was going to do this right this time, he wanted to savor every moment. This was someone that Leon found himself with such a high level of respect for, and out of all of that respect, an infatuation was found as well. Kissing him was a crazy thought to him usually, but here he is, fingers entangled carefully in long, silky hair while actually manage to keep a constant contact this time. You can only move your lips against someone else’s for so long, though, before you need to do a little thing called breathing. As much as you’d like to stay there forever you kind of need to breathe. So, he pulled back and just let his forehead clunk against Hao’s. You probably could feel the heat coming off his face. He might as well be a heating pad, and just like that, his heart was back to beating out of control. At least the adrenaline left him a bit numb, and probably a bit stupid.