againstdespair: (alone with my thoughts)
宗方 京助 | Munakata Kyosuke ([personal profile] againstdespair) wrote2017-01-15 02:39 am

IC Contact

Sometimes you just need to send a messenger bird. Or a package. Or a private conversation out of the blue. Whatever the reason, this post is for you!
rockyxiii: (guilt is played on the violin)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-04-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got beer at home, at least, but—I should probably help you back to your own place instead. I want you to be comfortable.

[Not that Juzo's place isn't, but it's still unfamiliar territory, maybe not the most comforting thing in the moment. And then he'd be stuck there with Juzo. Right now, Juzo's not even sure if Kyosuke would rather be with him or alone. Should he stay, when they get back inside? Leave him? Maybe it'll be more clear when the moment comes.

He forces himself to pull back and to his feet and extends a hand to help Kyosuke up, if he wants it.]


Let's go.
rockyxiii: (for the millionth time I got a love)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-04-08 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Juzo's hand can't decide whether to drop Kyosuke's or not as they walk. He waffles between the two, his grip loosening as if to let their fingers slip apart and their arms swing loose again, then tightening to maintain the contact. They're still touching as the two of them head away from the tree and the tower and back towards their apartments, and once in a while, another rose begins to blossom when Juzo's foot comes down on the crack between cobbles in the road. The air has gone pleasantly warm and dry—a complete contrast to the heavy, freezing rain of before.

And if all that weren't embarrassing enough, then Kyosuke asks about the roses!

Juzo huffs out a short, nervous laugh, refusing eye contact, though he doesn't pull his hand away.]


Yeah. . . . You sent me something on Valentine's Day. If you knew how much I obsessed over those flowers and that letter, you'd really understand how pathetic I am. I couldn't stop myself from sending something back. Even though I knew—Yukizome told me all about how you two—

[He stops and shakes his head.

At the time, he'd felt like he was sharing a happy moment with his best friend. The culmination of her feelings at last. Of course she'd tell Juzo, and of course Juzo would be happy for her, but now . . . now he can't know. He doesn't want to think about it.]


—So I felt like shit about it, but I couldn't stop myself from sending you something for White Day.

It's not like I'd ever done anything like that before in my life. There's no Valentine's Day or White Day for homos. I wouldn't've dared.