( the list of things that are bad for asaba harumasa is a lot longer than the one of things that are good for him, the latter of which comprises mostly of one lighter lorenz at this point in time. for his demeanor. for his indelible heart. for his way of somehow looking like he does and being as he is; he thinks they call it range. he wishes he had more wherewithal to enjoy it, but his attention veers from "working relationship" to lighter sort of curling over him.
it's not like harumasa doesn't know the warmth the other man radiates but it's clear he's actively implementing it as he exhales. it makes harumasa sigh shiveringly, body angling more into his with ease. finesse more often used to sneak away from an office room or shoot an ethereal down with several electrified flights, reformed into the soft lean of a smaller cat that can't conceal the shaking.
his tone at least, remains light. )
Ha...ah yes...our working relationship. Well, I wouldn't want the HSO to come down on you besides. Though...
( harumasa's smile softens at the corners, but with his head lowered to lighter's shoulder, trying to absorb as much heat from him as he can as his body reacts to the cold that's so biting it can't just be plain old AC, it's not visible. softens. a there-then-gone wind of something like...a hand reaching up into the blue sky like the sun was a yellow ribbon his fingers could close around.
...they wouldn't be surprised, I think. is what he means to say, but ends up murmuring, sort of against lighter's shoulder, but close to the juncture of his neck, )
...public property damage's no joke of course. Lots of paperwork...hey, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?
( if he's honest, harumasa chooses to live as long as he can but not without discontent sometimes; now for example. that his physical frailty confuses other things they've been dancing around over and over is...well it doesn't have to be frustrating, he supposes; if he just asked. if he just said. but the son of calydon has his own to take care of, and he's helped asaba harumasa enough that harumasa finds he can't...do it. maybe if he were healthy, if lighter hadn't already clearly undefeated champion though he is hadn't lost so much already. maybe. bad enough he needs this now, the drape of his robe long and falling half across lighter's lap with how close they are. one might imagine if harumasa were an actual stray cat he'd be burrowing even more relentlessly, complete with mewls and tail curls. a likely blessing: he's just a person who, understatement, doesn't do well in the cold, hard for him to even open his eyes.
he wonders if he's imagining it, the faint ease of his breaths the longer he holds onto him.
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it's not like harumasa doesn't know the warmth the other man radiates but it's clear he's actively implementing it as he exhales. it makes harumasa sigh shiveringly, body angling more into his with ease. finesse more often used to sneak away from an office room or shoot an ethereal down with several electrified flights, reformed into the soft lean of a smaller cat that can't conceal the shaking.
his tone at least, remains light. )
Ha...ah yes...our working relationship. Well, I wouldn't want the HSO to come down on you besides. Though...
( harumasa's smile softens at the corners, but with his head lowered to lighter's shoulder, trying to absorb as much heat from him as he can as his body reacts to the cold that's so biting it can't just be plain old AC, it's not visible. softens. a there-then-gone wind of something like...a hand reaching up into the blue sky like the sun was a yellow ribbon his fingers could close around.
...they wouldn't be surprised, I think. is what he means to say, but ends up murmuring, sort of against lighter's shoulder, but close to the juncture of his neck, )
...public property damage's no joke of course. Lots of paperwork...hey, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?
( if he's honest, harumasa chooses to live as long as he can but not without discontent sometimes; now for example. that his physical frailty confuses other things they've been dancing around over and over is...well it doesn't have to be frustrating, he supposes; if he just asked. if he just said. but the son of calydon has his own to take care of, and he's helped asaba harumasa enough that harumasa finds he can't...do it. maybe if he were healthy, if lighter hadn't already clearly undefeated champion though he is hadn't lost so much already. maybe. bad enough he needs this now, the drape of his robe long and falling half across lighter's lap with how close they are. one might imagine if harumasa were an actual stray cat he'd be burrowing even more relentlessly, complete with mewls and tail curls. a likely blessing: he's just a person who, understatement, doesn't do well in the cold, hard for him to even open his eyes.
he wonders if he's imagining it, the faint ease of his breaths the longer he holds onto him.
so warm. )