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( he can practically sense akashi’s mirth , ﹠̲ he huffs out a complaint into the soft material , but his discontentment only last a moment before he’s loose — limbed . )
it’s more fun to watch you figure it out , akashi — kun .
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( regardless of any of that, without a doubt, the one acting most catlike is certainly kuroko. the thought continues to amuse him as he keeps petting him. )
all you have to do is ask, you know.
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( akashi has this grace to him , with a sharpness in his eyes , that is unmistakably feline . he , on the other hand , is embodying the moments of a cat leading to a nap . )
i’m going to steal some , ( it’s an unrepentant warning . )
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( honestly, people seem to like to compare him to a cat, but the real catlike one must be kuroko. he releases a soft huff of air, shifting to a comfortable position. they'll be here for a while. )
i'm glad you like it.
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( he’ll be sure to look indignant later , but for now , ﹠̲ rarely , he’s unguarded ——— relaxed . frame twists , cheek aligning to the curve of his shoulder , rubbing skin against fabric . ) soft .
( akashi’s clothes are always soft , like his touch . )
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( that's good enough. he doesn't need his own phone, so he lets kuroko do as he pleases. but, now that his eyes are closed, he moves with a pickpocket's fingers to slide kuroko's phone back into its pocket undetected, continuing to pet him all the while. )
of course.
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( he tips his head into the touch , eyelashes fluttering as he takes a calming breath that he doesn’t really need but is grateful for anyway . )
thank you .
( eyes still closed , he secures a grip on akashi’s own phone , ﹠̲ he places it on the coffee table . )
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( he seeks harbour in his delusion , ﹠̲ he shifts to curl up at akashi’s side , chin resting against his arm as he watches him carefully . )
oh yes , ( he replies blandly , ) can’t you tell that i’m terrified .
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( he manages to catch it again, but this time below the arm of the couch, out of kuroko's sight—and he chuckles, not necessarily a kind one. )
hmm, are you quite sure about that?
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no , no , that’s a mouse .
( palms rest on akashi’s shoulders , shoving him down on to the couch ﹠̲ promptly clambering all over him , ) save me , ( as monotone before as a elbow ‘accidentally’ knocks the phone away . )
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( catching the phone—and there is the familiar glimmer of the emperor eye, smile remaining very stubbornly in place. )
would you look at that? it doesn't seem to be a mouse, or any vermin, at all. isn't that wonderful?
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( he follows , dragging his feet , staring at the phone like it has personally wronged him . )
ahh , ( a monotone scream , plucking the phone from him ﹠̲ throwing it once more , ) i’m so scared of mice .
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^^
( neither slow nor swift, he very deliberately moves to pick up the phone displaying his own name as the caller id… )
well, now. would you look at that.
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( his head peeks past akashi’s shoulder to peer around the room , studiously avoiding the couch . pulling back , he blinks , a puppy — like tilt to his head . )
i think you have mice , akashi — kun .
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oh, my…
( subtly punching in numbers on his own phone, smile only widening when a vibrating sound comes from the other side of the room. )
well, now, i wonder what that could be?
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( weighing his choices , icy blue skimming over akashi’s face . )
both , ( is his ultimate decision , his mother raised one heck of a gambler . )
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( tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth in a click , click , click along with the shake of his head once more . )
would you believe , ( side stepping akashi to throw his phone across the room , returning to his place before him , ) that i don’t have one …
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( his expression doesn't waver. he's having fun. )
oh, there's no need for anything complicated. have you tried mobile banking? it'll take less than a minute. ^^
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( head tilting , considering . )
alas , i am otherwise engaged on friday , akashi — kun .
( a sorrowful shake of his head , ) how about a wednesday in june .ᐣ
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https://t.co/Gwima4GpTf i am a relic of days past , a fleeting ghost in the turbulent seas of time , a weak construct of a human with the defences of a blade of grass against the plethora of illnesses that sweep my city .
tldr ; i’m shit at activity but miss this place .