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sure, when they started talking about the World Cup and Suzaku dared say anything bad about the English team, Riku nearly ripped his head off with statistics and facts about the team that suggested they'd win. but other than that, it was... nice. it felt closer than something he and Ven had. they were... different... it felt different in his chest, glowing alight with warmth. and Riku didn't understand the want to hold Suzaku's hand or--his gaze hovered over Suzaku's lips as he spoke before he smiled and lifted his gaze to his eyes again. ]
I guess you learned your lesson. Thanks for... [ what was that, even? a hand finds its way ( ... )
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...Tension indeed... AND NOT THE RIGHT KIND, because the mun doesn't care about the rules of the meme and makes up ones of her own. I'm horrid.
He's looking up at the cold-faced, potentially-future Emperor of Archadia, his expression calm and unwilling to yield. Why was this necessary? Didn't he get enough shit for being framed as a Kingslayer?]
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But he was no Gabranth - no petulantly stealing glances at that which was his. He simply took. Ripped it out of a still living chest and bathed in it for what it was.
This was one of those moments. Those cruel, idle moments.
His voice is rich, simple and altogether extremely intimate as he slowly squats before him, a gloved hand gesturing kindly to Basch's...figure.]
You seem well, dear captain.
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So what was this, to him? Vayne's taunting, Vayne's little pastime.
Basch feels no bitterness at his plight, nor does he betray anything except for a silent defiance, his honorable and upstanding nature forbidding him from saying anything to his captor's patronizing tone.]
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beside the familiar scene of a bar in drunken light, the well-known chatter of the people who haven't quite passed out, beside the drink shimmering against Shiro's glass, something seems-- not new, no; but different maybe.
He'll cut a look at you, the line of his mouth curved into wry amusement. Shiro's instincts don't tell him of danger, just change, and that, that he can deal with.
It's been a long time since he could enjoy a night like this with you after all.]
The last bar had to close at this hour. Someone had smashed almost every glass, as I recall.
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Such a voice that Shiro had. Peculiar that he would...continue to take note of it, again and again. Pleasant, however, that his bangs could hide the prying, blue stained, glowing gaze somewhat from his company's view.]
A strange occupational hazard for the barkeep; my sympathies.
[His own voice feels...too detached, too quiet, barely heard above the chink of the hollow, warmer sounds about him.
But..that's all right. The smile can momentarily return before it fades as he raises his glass to his lips.]
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Not that Shiro minds, not in the least. Despite not knowing where those eyes wander, exactly, despite the colour that he never came across before, despite the play of bangs and shadows, there is the usual interest lying sharp against his throat. As it has for so many hours now.]
's the same as the place before. There the barkeep had a fainting spell. Or something of the like.
[Which could translate into 'the dude died' because Shiro was never one to care overly much. It stays, however, that the bars they frequent have a habit of falling to pieces within hours of their going through the door.
A bad habit, really. But he stops thinking about it to follow the second smile with his eyes.]
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