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[ Knowing when eyes are on him is a blessing when he's got a crowd to charm but a curse when it's pared down to just one, luminous and observant. An asset in work, but in play... if he could even call it that, it's a different story. His insides flinch, self-awareness tender and swelling up in his throat for one brief moment. A kinder veil than the worry that could take its place, if Lighter let it.
And brief because he puffs it out as a strained grunt when Harumasa quashes it out of him by leaning over him with a hand planted on his thigh. Alright. A glance passes downwards over the pale swath of throat now helpfully in his face, backbone going pin straight in spite of its typical slouch, all dark and nervy.
His weight's negligible, but he still grimaces, heels shifting around on the floor to offset some of the natural discomfort. ]
Fight our way out tooth and nail, [ he drawls, humor rhetorical and flinty in this throat. ] holding back hordes of bloodthirsty Ethereals while looking for the next rift, the next place that might take us out...
[ When Harumasa returns to his side, Lighter pushes his makeshift shades upwards and into his hairline, strained eyes scanning the vehicle with more discernment than he means to overtly show. He's on high alert, nerves prickling. ]
I know my way around cars, for the most part. Maybe not like some of my teammates, sure. [ Relaxing again, he picks up the hem of Harumasa's robe from where it lays strewn across the seat, modestly returning it to his lap. ] But I don't think I've come across one that's tried to trap me inside of it.
[ He hits the button to unlock the door, hooking two fingers against the handle and trying it. It doesn't budge. Exhaling, he considers the way the air is crisp and artificial in his throat, how it's sharpening. Trapped in worsening conditions? ]
( it isn't actually. if it had really just been harumasa himself he would be relieved. finding it to be their actual environment is enough to have tension lining his posture. his hand ends up under his chin, thoughtful. )
There are easier ways to kill us. Well, one of us.
( poor joke! punctuated with a half smile as he leans back again, as if lounging against the seat rather than ignoring how much colder he feels. absently he twists some of the excess star spun silk between two fingers, breaths quietly quietly shuddering. out the corner of his eye, he cannot quite get a read on his involuntary traveling companion. knowing what he already knows of lighter however... )
But nothing the two of us can't figure out, hm?
( this he says as he moves, body pulled up from its habitual slouch as if actually supine , a silken thread. there is another gentle touch to lighter's face, this one more lingering as harumasa peers up at rarely unshielded eyes. something he sees seems to agree with him as he angles in and —
— whispers against lighter's ear. )
I wonder if whoever "invited" us here is listening. But if you have any ideas,
( listening. or watching.
his breaths stutter, masked as a soft laugh, but harumasa's other hand curled on lighter's shoulder, tightens a little unconsciously. once he catches his breath, he continues, )
I'd... love to hear them.
( any remote illusion of imagining it getting colder is utterly decimated, the car quite cold like the AC has been pushed into overdrive but it isn't just that... lighter has always been warm but especially seems so now. it makes harumasa a little dizzy even as he takes a steadying, warming inhale, as if breathing him into his cold shuddering lungs. )
[ He can't help it. Chagrin blanches across his expression, dry in its genuine concern. Bad joke. ]
Listen. [ Lighter's chin lowers, somewhat slow, a little more calculated that most people would give him credit for in a situation like this. The skin at the height of his cheeks flares hot; at first, it's unintentional. ] I can think of a few people at the HSO who would be real upset with me if both of us didn't walk out of here. Not to mention, that's a bad deal for our working relationship.
[ Peripherally, he understands Harumasa isn't technically his responsibility. But he can't shake that instinct branded into him by his youth, wrought from bad decisions and tough knuckles, blood money and the taste of regret in his mouth. All of that runs bone deep now. It's what keeps him atoning, long after the debt's been paid. Lighter really loathes having to make a decision, but hell if he's going to make the wrong one, when push comes to shove. ]
So, in the meantime. [ Bracing himself on the car's seat, he's really marveling at this situation. Not enough to not take a pointed inhale, conflagration prickling at the insides of his lungs. Already, his skin scorches. ] Bear with me a little bit.
[ He curls over the other man slightly when he exhales, cheek to cheek. His breath clouds in competition with the chill, superheated to the point of visibility. ]
At least until I figure out how much I'm gonna owe if I blow one of these doors off its hinges. [ Seems like a fair move. For him, sitting here freezing because of rogue air conditioning is probably fine, but this guy? Not a chance. ] There's no way they let me get away with that, right?
( 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.
[ Despite himself, a hoarse laugh roils in his throat. Hard to tell, he hopes, whether or not that's from the heat haze or the stress all wound up in the hollow of his chest. Knowing Harumasa though, he'll split the difference and find a way to fit himself in between. ]
Well, seeing as how it's all bad business around here... [ They've been kidnapped, right? Like, this is currently a kidnapping in progress, however ridiculous. ] Maybe a little paperwork would feel relatively normal. Can't I convince you?
[ Even though he knows the answer.
All of this for what reason, he couldn't say. If they're really being held captive, Harumasa would make more sense purely from an idolatry standpoint — left hand to the Void Hunter, a celebrity who'd fetch a pretty penny under the right framing. Doubly so, if they were to know about his condition. Him? Not so much. Maybe if someone was looking to tussle with Caesar in her position's infancy, but he's quick to root out dissent, snuffing it before it sparks. That it's both of them is really the big mystery.
So. He has no clue. And he can't go find one like this, short of the vehicle exploding into corrupted shrapnel and revealing itself as an Ethereal after all. Maybe he'd prefer it, the familiarity of that maw, that belly. Harumasa's maw and belly are also familiar, but in a different way. His thoughts wane, cutting off with the heavy heat of a sigh against Harumasa's ear. ]
Hey, can we switch positions a bit? [ Lighter gives him the courtesy of asking rather than just jostling him unannounced in his delicate state though he's already decided they could optimize their space better. ] Won't take long, I promise.
[ A shift in his seat causes an embarrassing squelch of fancy new car leather beneath him, a sound that makes his expression twist. There and gone again, unobstructed this time but hopefully leveled high enough to go unseen. Lighter slips his arms around him, one behind his back and one beneath his knees, easily hoisting him up into his lap. He controls his strength, doesn't use more than what he needs to. He leans back against the seat, sturdier frame wide enough to harbor him if he curls in enough. Wrapping his arms around him, his skin buzzes like a furnace — he's only ever had his body to his name, he knows he can use it.
Even if, unconsciously, the very human feel of Harumasa against him has made him hold this breath. ]
( all the potential reasons that they've been kidnapped have run through harumasa's head on a sped-up carousel of repetition, all resulting in dissatisfying conclusions amounting to: this doesn't make sense. beyond that, he's having an increasingly more difficult time focusing. cold permeates straight through to his lungs, or so it feels. he shudders involuntarily, sighing with the same soft relief of the warmth from lighter's exhales before he adjusts their positions. for harumasa's part, he utters an inarticulate hum of 'sure that's fine' or so the impression goes. and it's easy, dangerously easy in fact, to let those multitudes of familiarity between them leading up to now, then pathway into how harumasa slips his thin arms up around lighter's neck to let himself burrow more against him. as if they're strays in an alley and not people in a luxury vehicle, but maybe the comparison isn't so far off, given said vehicle's apparent intent for freezing at least one of them out.
seems, harumasa, thinks sluggishly, like a lot of trouble to go through to kidnap two people like themselves. again, there are easier ways to kill at least one of them. but he keeps that repeated thought to himself, his eerily quiet smile tucked against the juncture of lighter's neck and shoulder where his delightful tiger print robe has gone just askew enough. if there were onlookers, it would seem more intimate than that, the kiss of a lover asking for more.
he thinks, based on everything he knows of lighter lorenz, everything he's gleaned or outright researched, this probably isn't comfortable. but the champion shoulders a sense of responsibility and stubbornness befitting of caesar's entourage. befitting too of someone with his background. a good person who, harumasa has discerned, does what he can. and it doesn't matter if lighter can't unload even a fragment his past; if one were to ask harumasa, he'd say well of course — no one can. it's part of him. bone and blood. fire.
but one will have to forgive harumasa for still seeing him as just a larger than usual cat, at times. the stray at home (harumasa hopes enough food is out), is a little like lighter too, though it's the one doing the curling around, tucked against harumasa's side like an anchor to living.
the thought now makes him laugh a little, puffs of shivering breath against lighter's neck, along with the brush of harumasa's eyelashes as he blinks, tucked so close as he is. it's easy to notice when despite the warmth lighter is trying to convey to him, the would-be inhale and exhale has paused. with his arms already over lighter's shoulders, the strain worth the increase in contact and therefore heat, it's easy for harumasa to draw circles against his nape with his fingertips, which turns quickly into petting: it's alright. relax.
he's not sure lighter can, but it's worth a shot. )
I guess I can trust my business partner.
( whether this is in regards to attempting to blow the doors off the car and pray it's not supernaturally reinforced to just microwave them instead, well, it's not entirely clear. on top of that, harumasa can't tell if he's imagining it: how with the increasing cold, there's an odd sort of scent. it's sharp, but not chemical. still, he prefers lighter, and instinctively presses his face more against his throat, even as one of his arms slides back down to rest motionlessly at his side, the other lightly hooked over lighter's shoulder still. lighter's warmth so-far has kept harumasa's body from shutting down entirely, but it's still getting colder. hazily, he half smiles against lighter's collarbone. is it too soon to make him promise to feed his cat, if...well...? probably. probably any time would be too soon.
he refrains for now, instead murmuring a little too slow and slurred, )
Mmn...I could also try....
( the arm limp at his side lifts and reaches blindly for the door handle closest, faint crackles of electricity making the scent in the air morph again confusing. unconsciously, harumasa tries to press his body even closer than it already is to lighter, desperate to fend off the chill. at the same time, he pushes electricity through himself as a conduit, but it seems to diffuse before actually connecting with the car. harumasa's body seizes at the same time, and the hand still curled now at lighter's shoulder, grips perhaps a bit too hard, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe normally. it's not really a laugh, too weak, but harumasa's lightheartedness is a relentless thing as he murmurs, )
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And brief because he puffs it out as a strained grunt when Harumasa quashes it out of him by leaning over him with a hand planted on his thigh. Alright. A glance passes downwards over the pale swath of throat now helpfully in his face, backbone going pin straight in spite of its typical slouch, all dark and nervy.
His weight's negligible, but he still grimaces, heels shifting around on the floor to offset some of the natural discomfort. ]
Fight our way out tooth and nail, [ he drawls, humor rhetorical and flinty in this throat. ] holding back hordes of bloodthirsty Ethereals while looking for the next rift, the next place that might take us out...
[ When Harumasa returns to his side, Lighter pushes his makeshift shades upwards and into his hairline, strained eyes scanning the vehicle with more discernment than he means to overtly show. He's on high alert, nerves prickling. ]
I know my way around cars, for the most part. Maybe not like some of my teammates, sure. [ Relaxing again, he picks up the hem of Harumasa's robe from where it lays strewn across the seat, modestly returning it to his lap. ] But I don't think I've come across one that's tried to trap me inside of it.
[ He hits the button to unlock the door, hooking two fingers against the handle and trying it. It doesn't budge. Exhaling, he considers the way the air is crisp and artificial in his throat, how it's sharpening. Trapped in worsening conditions? ]
Hah. Maybe not so dissimilar. You feel that?
[ Gauging. ]
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( it isn't actually. if it had really just been harumasa himself he would be relieved. finding it to be their actual environment is enough to have tension lining his posture. his hand ends up under his chin, thoughtful. )
There are easier ways to kill us. Well, one of us.
( poor joke! punctuated with a half smile as he leans back again, as if lounging against the seat rather than ignoring how much colder he feels. absently he twists some of the excess star spun silk between two fingers, breaths quietly quietly shuddering. out the corner of his eye, he cannot quite get a read on his involuntary traveling companion. knowing what he already knows of lighter however... )
But nothing the two of us can't figure out, hm?
( this he says as he moves, body pulled up from its habitual slouch as if actually supine , a silken thread. there is another gentle touch to lighter's face, this one more lingering as harumasa peers up at rarely unshielded eyes. something he sees seems to agree with him as he angles in and —
— whispers against lighter's ear. )
I wonder if whoever "invited" us here is listening. But if you have any ideas,
( listening. or watching.
his breaths stutter, masked as a soft laugh, but harumasa's other hand curled on lighter's shoulder, tightens a little unconsciously. once he catches his breath, he continues, )
I'd... love to hear them.
( any remote illusion of imagining it getting colder is utterly decimated, the car quite cold like the AC has been pushed into overdrive but it isn't just that... lighter has always been warm but especially seems so now. it makes harumasa a little dizzy even as he takes a steadying, warming inhale, as if breathing him into his cold shuddering lungs. )
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Listen. [ Lighter's chin lowers, somewhat slow, a little more calculated that most people would give him credit for in a situation like this. The skin at the height of his cheeks flares hot; at first, it's unintentional. ] I can think of a few people at the HSO who would be real upset with me if both of us didn't walk out of here. Not to mention, that's a bad deal for our working relationship.
[ Peripherally, he understands Harumasa isn't technically his responsibility. But he can't shake that instinct branded into him by his youth, wrought from bad decisions and tough knuckles, blood money and the taste of regret in his mouth. All of that runs bone deep now. It's what keeps him atoning, long after the debt's been paid. Lighter really loathes having to make a decision, but hell if he's going to make the wrong one, when push comes to shove. ]
So, in the meantime. [ Bracing himself on the car's seat, he's really marveling at this situation. Not enough to not take a pointed inhale, conflagration prickling at the insides of his lungs. Already, his skin scorches. ] Bear with me a little bit.
[ He curls over the other man slightly when he exhales, cheek to cheek. His breath clouds in competition with the chill, superheated to the point of visibility. ]
At least until I figure out how much I'm gonna owe if I blow one of these doors off its hinges. [ Seems like a fair move. For him, sitting here freezing because of rogue air conditioning is probably fine, but this guy? Not a chance. ] There's no way they let me get away with that, right?
[ Humor, colored in the low burn of embers.
He'll do it. ]
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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. )
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Well, seeing as how it's all bad business around here... [ They've been kidnapped, right? Like, this is currently a kidnapping in progress, however ridiculous. ] Maybe a little paperwork would feel relatively normal. Can't I convince you?
[ Even though he knows the answer.
All of this for what reason, he couldn't say. If they're really being held captive, Harumasa would make more sense purely from an idolatry standpoint — left hand to the Void Hunter, a celebrity who'd fetch a pretty penny under the right framing. Doubly so, if they were to know about his condition. Him? Not so much. Maybe if someone was looking to tussle with Caesar in her position's infancy, but he's quick to root out dissent, snuffing it before it sparks. That it's both of them is really the big mystery.
So. He has no clue. And he can't go find one like this, short of the vehicle exploding into corrupted shrapnel and revealing itself as an Ethereal after all. Maybe he'd prefer it, the familiarity of that maw, that belly. Harumasa's maw and belly are also familiar, but in a different way. His thoughts wane, cutting off with the heavy heat of a sigh against Harumasa's ear. ]
Hey, can we switch positions a bit? [ Lighter gives him the courtesy of asking rather than just jostling him unannounced in his delicate state though he's already decided they could optimize their space better. ] Won't take long, I promise.
[ A shift in his seat causes an embarrassing squelch of fancy new car leather beneath him, a sound that makes his expression twist. There and gone again, unobstructed this time but hopefully leveled high enough to go unseen. Lighter slips his arms around him, one behind his back and one beneath his knees, easily hoisting him up into his lap. He controls his strength, doesn't use more than what he needs to. He leans back against the seat, sturdier frame wide enough to harbor him if he curls in enough. Wrapping his arms around him, his skin buzzes like a furnace — he's only ever had his body to his name, he knows he can use it.
Even if, unconsciously, the very human feel of Harumasa against him has made him hold this breath. ]
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seems, harumasa, thinks sluggishly, like a lot of trouble to go through to kidnap two people like themselves. again, there are easier ways to kill at least one of them. but he keeps that repeated thought to himself, his eerily quiet smile tucked against the juncture of lighter's neck and shoulder where his delightful tiger print robe has gone just askew enough. if there were onlookers, it would seem more intimate than that, the kiss of a lover asking for more.
he thinks, based on everything he knows of lighter lorenz, everything he's gleaned or outright researched, this probably isn't comfortable. but the champion shoulders a sense of responsibility and stubbornness befitting of caesar's entourage. befitting too of someone with his background. a good person who, harumasa has discerned, does what he can. and it doesn't matter if lighter can't unload even a fragment his past; if one were to ask harumasa, he'd say well of course — no one can. it's part of him. bone and blood. fire.
but one will have to forgive harumasa for still seeing him as just a larger than usual cat, at times. the stray at home (harumasa hopes enough food is out), is a little like lighter too, though it's the one doing the curling around, tucked against harumasa's side like an anchor to living.
the thought now makes him laugh a little, puffs of shivering breath against lighter's neck, along with the brush of harumasa's eyelashes as he blinks, tucked so close as he is. it's easy to notice when despite the warmth lighter is trying to convey to him, the would-be inhale and exhale has paused. with his arms already over lighter's shoulders, the strain worth the increase in contact and therefore heat, it's easy for harumasa to draw circles against his nape with his fingertips, which turns quickly into petting: it's alright. relax.
he's not sure lighter can, but it's worth a shot. )
I guess I can trust my business partner.
( whether this is in regards to attempting to blow the doors off the car and pray it's not supernaturally reinforced to just microwave them instead, well, it's not entirely clear. on top of that, harumasa can't tell if he's imagining it: how with the increasing cold, there's an odd sort of scent. it's sharp, but not chemical. still, he prefers lighter, and instinctively presses his face more against his throat, even as one of his arms slides back down to rest motionlessly at his side, the other lightly hooked over lighter's shoulder still. lighter's warmth so-far has kept harumasa's body from shutting down entirely, but it's still getting colder. hazily, he half smiles against lighter's collarbone. is it too soon to make him promise to feed his cat, if...well...? probably. probably any time would be too soon.
he refrains for now, instead murmuring a little too slow and slurred, )
Mmn...I could also try....
( the arm limp at his side lifts and reaches blindly for the door handle closest, faint crackles of electricity making the scent in the air morph again confusing. unconsciously, harumasa tries to press his body even closer than it already is to lighter, desperate to fend off the chill. at the same time, he pushes electricity through himself as a conduit, but it seems to diffuse before actually connecting with the car. harumasa's body seizes at the same time, and the hand still curled now at lighter's shoulder, grips perhaps a bit too hard, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe normally. it's not really a laugh, too weak, but harumasa's lightheartedness is a relentless thing as he murmurs, )
...ha...or not.