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violets droop sleepily , his frame curving towards the ground , jaw working through the final stick of pocky with a distinctly grumpy air . he wants more but the steps to the vending machine seem like an arduous trek . aka — chiiiiiiin .
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there's an easy silence that comes with murasakibara's presence, filled only with the sounds of chewing and the occasional crinkle of a snack bag. whenever something is given, he accepts it, nibbling slowly at it as his mind drifts.
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the silence isn’t uncomfortable by any means , the taller content to munch through his snacks , occasionally plucking one out to offer to the other . he likes this .
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( he remembers his teammates , livid ﹠̲ petulant , at the instruction he had been given to stay off the court —— they though aka — chin something dreadful , but even with eyes mirrored , he was still kind to him . that’s why he continues to listen . )
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( aka — chin’s hair looks soft though , ﹠̲ the taller miracle frowns down at his hands , he shoves them into pockets , pulling out a handful of sweets —— offering . )
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( raising an eyebrow at the start of the movement, almost like a cat waiting to see what will happen next—and there's no visible reaction at its abortion, but that was likely the right call. )
of course.
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( thrilled , or as much as he is able to be , he’s reaching out to ruffle crimson hair . . . pausing , thinking better of it ﹠̲ his hand drops . )
thanks , aka — chin .
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his head turns, looking vaguely annoyed —— although this is his default expression —— but he lets the affection continue. a rare occurrence.
“hm,” he grumbles.
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for me? aw, you shouldn't have.
( himuro laughs, a gentle sound, as he takes the offered pocky. )
or did you just want me to feed you or something like that?