Silence wrapped around the two, fading out any noise from the Major’s birthday party. Laughter, cheers, and glasses toasted together were muffled, and Hyoubu’s cool, cautious eyes focused completely on Hinomiya. First, onto those mismatched orbs that were too bashful to lock with the Major’s. Then to Hinomiya’s tattered, bandaged hands. They presented Hyoubu with his gift, a brilliantly crafted, wooden jet-black crow. A chuckle escaped Hyoubu’s smirk, followed by his soft voice.

“Thank you, Hinomiya.” The proclaimed ‘Fallen Black Angel’ accepted the craft, holding the bird gently within his cold, pale hands. More chuckles escaped, followed by a rare fit of laughter, and a rosy hue which dusted on his cheeks.

“I can’t help it- Look at you! So tense and stiff! It brings back memories.” Hyoubu recalled fondly, the day Hinomiya was officially recruited. Lock and loaded, with a steel sniper rifle in sweaty hands. But, even though the darkness of night blanketed the shooter, there were fingers that couldn’t respond to ‘shoot’. Yet the necklace was rewarded, followed by haunting words.

“I’ll always keep it with me.” A promise directed towards the anti-Esper, despite Hyoubu’s eyes fixated on the crow. Carefully, a long, porcine digit curled underneath the wooden bird’s chin.

“What’s wrong~ It’s not like you to be this affectionate.” Hyoubu’s voice was soft and low, but his features teased playfully with a cocky smirk. His hand reached up, with his pale fingers laced over Hinomiya’s sun-kissed knuckles.

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“Fweh. Gotta give ya props for amusing me there.”

“amusing you” as if you dont create your own entertainment, shithead

          He was just trying to do his job-- all he was doing was walking back to his office as he stared at the dozens of papers he held in his hands. It was only when he remembered that someone had passed him that he realized it was Andy and felt the sudden grab of his ass. The raven jumped, yelping slightly-- at least until he caught himself to prevent any attention drawn to him-- before whipping around to look at the red-head.

          “Andy--!!” Kieron stops short, despite the faint flush on his cheeks as he clears his throat; Didn’t he realize they were out in the open? Why would he tease him like this? “...It’s good to see you too.” He says quietly, giving him a somewhat embarrassed glance. 

          “Are you... trying to send me a message?”

        Kieron hadn’t expected to see or visit anyone that entire day-- he had been fairly occupied with missions and tasks for the Shadow Knights that he truly wasn’t anticipating getting any down-time until that night. If he wasn’t being pulled in one direction he was being pulled in the other, practically stuck in a never-ending cycle of following orders and completing missions as requested of him as the captain. It was tiring, but nothing out of the ordinary as Kieron was fairly used to it by now. Even if he had grown accustomed to it, there was a part of him that still wished he had a chance to see just one specific person.

        He had been on his way to the hangar when he heard footsteps behind him, pulling his attention as he turned around to face whoever had been following him out to the knightmares. It was already fairly late, so who had been out and about at this time? The last person he expected to see was Andy, so to suddenly be lifted off of his own feet and into the older male’s arms was definitely a surprise for him. 

        “Andy, what--” Kieron would gasp, lips parting as he attempted to question the redhead as to what he was doing here, only to be silenced by the laugh and gentle kiss to his lips. The raven is quick to return the kiss as his hands come to rest upon his shoulders, and after a moment the knight pulls away from the kiss to look down at mismatched hues. It almost felt as if Andy had been reading his mind, especially for him to suddenly appear just as he was about to calibrate his knightmare before finishing for the night.