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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 8:53 pm
Hisoka smiled back. " My own. Are you sure your completely comfortable with doing this?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 8:57 pm
He nods, smiling. "Yeah.. I am if you are."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:04 pm
Hisoka sighed and then nodded.
The blond let go of Tsuzuki's neck and sat up getting off the couch.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:06 pm
He follows, sliding his hand into Hisoka's as he stands, heading with him into Hisoka's room.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:09 pm
This made Muraki laugh, "Sumanai..." the man smiled. "I just can't picture you practicing at any other time of the day."
In truth, a rather lewd thought had gone through his mind.
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"Honto ni?" the teen asked, a knowing look in his eye. "Mind telling me what's got you so tense on such a nice morning?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:17 pm
Hisoka gripped Tsuzuki hand tightly as he lead him to his room.
He closed his eyes and then opened them.
God he'd left his flute out.
He pointed to bed. " Have seat.. let me put the flute up." he said moving to collect the instrument off the bed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:18 pm
"Well, if you're all right with getting up that early, I am too~" He smiles. knowing what Muraki is thinking, and smirking a little.
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"I was worried about you. How are you feeling?" Looking down into his teacup, nervously.
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Tsuzuki smiles gently, sitting down and watching him. "... I heard you playing last night. It was beautiful... but sad."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:48 pm
"Nande?" Muraki asked, noticing Oriya's own smirk.
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The teen looked a bit confused. "Worried? Doushite, Oriya-kun? I'm fine. Honto ni." Muraki put a smile on his face. "I mean... I feel a little... you know... out of it... demo..." he started to laugh softly. "I was really drunk last night."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:54 pm
" It was my mother's lullaby. I used hear her sing it." he said sighing and putting flute up at the top of the closet.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:58 pm
"Nothing in particular, sensei. Just thinking that I should wake you up even earlier, some day~"
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He lets out a breath, nodding. "You were..." He smiles a little. "I hope the water and asprin helped." Getting less and less awkward as he can tell that either way, Muraki isn't about to freak out on him.
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"Oh..." softly, reaching a hand out to him. "Do you miss your family, at all?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:04 pm
His eyes narrowed but he grabbed hand. " No." he said sternly. " I said i heard her sing.. she never sang it to me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:14 pm
Muraki found himself blushing slightly.
But he recovered. "And... just how would you intend to do that, ne?"
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"It did." the teen replied with a smile.
But he leaned his head on his arm, resting arm and head on the table.
"But it... I don't know... I feel like I'm forgetting something."
A lot of the previous night was incredibly fuzzy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:20 pm
"I'm sorry..." He sighs softly, pulling him in gently. "I wish things could have been different.. I guess we'll have to be our own family."
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"I thought I was supposed to be resting, sensei, not talking dirty to you~"
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He reaches over, smoothing his hair a little. "That happens when you drink too much, sometimes." Kind of dissapointed at that, but still just happy Muraki isn't angry at him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:22 pm
" Its not your fault. So its alright." he said leaning into Tsuzuki. " As far as I'm concerned you, Watari and Tatsumi are my only family."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:27 pm
"Same for all of us." Quietly, sliding his arms back around him, brushing lips over his cheek.
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