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SOBA

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CHARACTER NAME

Geto Suguru

CIVILIAN NAME

Zaru Soba

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

003

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[gorb]

( His instinctive shut up is cut off by Satoru's lips. That's all right really, he doesn't mind simply kissing him back. It's a softer kiss than he's used to, and one that ignites a deep warmth in his chest. It's nice, it feels sweet. He wants more of it. So he lets his hand move to curl into snow-white locks, fingers burying themselves there. It's merely an anchoring point for something unhurried though when they part he does twitch his face into a scowl. )

You can't cut off all my protests like that.

( Yes, he can. )

[mrblueeyes]

What protests? [ Satoru gives him a genuinely bewildered look. The grumbling and scowls are normal, but he didn't think there were actual protests involved. ] That I'm happy we're dating? That you're the love of my life?

Because if you need to be convinced of those things with thorough data and arguments, I can be more effusive. I could make charts, do you want charts? [ He intends to continue talking shit and will soon start going into that data and details. If only there were a way to shut him up. ]

[gorb]

( He kisses Satoru more firmly this time, brows knitting together in faux determination. )

No charts. If I even see a hint of a chart I'm going to make the bird eat you.

( An idle threat, he goes back to carding his hand through Satoru's hair, semi-indulgent. )

I believe you anyway. You don't need to convince me.

[mrblueeyes]

[ Satoru makes a happy sound into the kiss, returning it blissfully. When Suguru breaks the kiss, Satoru watches him with shameless adoration, eyes going half-lidded while Suguru pets his hair. ]

I'd rather you ate me. [ A lascivious eyebrow-waggle, though it's half-hearted before he allows himself to melt back into the petting. ]

You'd better believe me. I'm prepared to get real embarrassing if you ever doubt it.

[gorb]

Please don't.

( He's already so pink he's afraid he might burst into flames right there on the bed. )

My reputation as a hard-ass would be in shambles within minutes, Satoru. I've worked so hard.

[mrblueeyes]

You, a hard-ass? [ Satoru wrinkles his nose, skeptical. ]

I mean, unhinged and murdery, sure. But you're kind of an unhinged murdery softie, babe.

[gorb]

( Babe. )

I could have been terrorising this place, you don't know that.

( Actually post death he'd mostly stuck to himself, and then when he'd finally thought to branch out it was only because of Gojo and the students. He hasn't been nearly as awful as he could have been. )

[mrblueeyes]

I don't doubt the terrorizing. [ He lets his eyes close, contented. It's been an emotional time, and even though a part of him is hungry for more attention, he also thinks that they both just need rest and comfort. ] I just don't believe that any of it was 'hard-ass' terrorizing.

[ Nuzzling at Suguru, he yawns and lets his clinging relax into a softer cuddling. ] Nap.

[gorb]

( He snorts softly, but the prospect doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. Already his body feels too heavy, the warmth of another body in the bed beside him lulling him into a more relaxed state. They could nap. Nothing is stopping them. No one needs them. )

You better not still kick in your sleep.

( Half-hearted, he wouldn't mind either way. )

Rest, Satoru. We can work everything else out tomorrow.