monster.

     ”Sooo the traditional Japanese garb is dresses? That’s just kinda weird.” Weird said the three-eyed weasel thing.       ”But hey whatever suits ya!”

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[ 青・葉 ] — ” W h y wouldn’t I be?” he pulled away, giving Koujaku a quizzical look. Aoba tilted his head upwards, a small smile forming. “You’re comfortable anyway. I could lay here all day.” He raised a brow, poking his friends cheek.

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     ”Wow! I’ve never seen such long hair on a guy before! Kinda pretty and why are you in a dress?”

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[ 青・葉 ] — ” O - o f course!” He whined. “Of course I can! You’re here, aren’t you?” Aoba laid next to his friend, head on his chest out of habit. “Dummy… I wasn’t that scared.” Liar, liar, Aoba. The younger folded his arms, getting comfortable.

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          ❛sure sure.❜ he smiled, not expecting aoba to lie down next to him and place his blue head on his chest. his grin grew wider knowing that aoba trusted him enough to be around him like this. he breathed out through his nose, grabbing aoba's nose. 

[ 青・葉 ] — ” I - I do, bu-but..” Aoba stammered, blushing even more at the others words. “I’m not mad! If I were mad, I’d kick you off!” The bluenette huffed, turning his head away. Koujaku, you’re gonna get it later.

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[ 青・葉 ] — H e blushed lightly, eyes wide. Koujaku was getting close again. He huffed, trying to still seem angry before hugging onto him. “You..you could ask you know..” Aoba teased in return. Why was he being so touchy tonight?

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"Koujaku…" his voice cracked slightly, feeling practically raw from a long days worth of work. Toue as usual would tend to over work the poor boy. Though when the day was over did he always take the time to visit his beloved. Slowly unlocking the cell did he notice the placement of his golden gaze. Exhaling softly did the male bring himself to his knees, down to the beast’s height. How…strange, he was being so silent today. Slowly did his body lean in as usual, settling itself in the older’s lap. Arms draping over his shoulders. His body practically feeling limp.

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"Kou~ja~ku." The voice slid out from pale lips, almost sounding weak or simply drowsy. None the less the figure that the words escaped from bared very similar features to that of a familiar face--perhaps one known from a distant past.

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[ 青・葉 ] — H e huffed, crossing his arms as the other ran his fingers through his hair. The bluenette blushed, continuing to grumble despite forgiving him so easily. “Scaring me like that… it was mean..” Aoba hugged his knees, looking away with a pout clear across his face.

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          koujaku chuckled, moving around so he could fully wrap his arms around aoba's chest, playfully forcing aoba into his torso, ❛sorry aoba.❜ he pouted even though aoba couldn't see him. he was teasing aoba, yet again.