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And We Shall Go On...; M// tag Fiver
Topic Started: Aug 1 2008, 09:37 AM (420 Views)
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[size=1]Why is when a person leaves, one's mind always knows? Why can't a person just sleep blissfully, imagining that the warm body they had ones been pressed so close to was still there? Why is that he jolted from the warm blankets as soon as Takuma had left the room, his heart racing and his stomach sick. Why had he felt so suddenly alone in that moment?

He remembered feeling warm, he remembered the happiness, and then the movement, the feeling of cold air, the gently whispered apology, the air tickling his cheek because those lips had been so close when it was spoken, and then he had awoken.

Alone.

And it made Hitachi feel dizzy, the sudden aloneness, because he kept imagining Takuma never coming back, imagined the boy he had known for so long, the young genin he had just fallen (crashed, and burned) for, walking out of his life. Maybe it had been a dream, this feeling of sudden betrayal, or maybe it was a sign of the future.

Betrayed.

Hitachi tried to relax, training his breathing. First in, then out, empty your thoughts, forget your fears, breath in, breath out, no worries, not hatred, inhale...exhale. And slowly his breathing slowed, it became rhythmic, he told himself Takuma must have gone to the bathroom, or something else. Nothing to worry over.

The single pillow that he had been sharing moments before with his friend smelled sweet, sharp, intoxicatingly like Tak, and the blond snuggled back into it. He feigned sleep, because no matter how calm he was, he still feared Takuma not returning, but he was sure it would look odd it he was sitting up waiting for Takuma, so perhaps it would be better to at least pretend to be sleeping.

Minutes passed.

Silence.

Then soft breathing, the padding of feet. The young Uzumaki tensed, waiting for the bend to sink in as that warm body crawled up beside it...

It didn't come.

A irritated scowl crossed the boys face, and he waited, counted to five, then to ten, then to fifteen. Oh for the love of Konoha, what was Takuma waiting for? A personal invitation from the bed? The blond almost laughed at the thought of the bed talking, calling the dark haired boy into it's warm confines. Almost, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to laugh, because Takuma would ask what was funny, then he would have to explain.

But really. He was taking forever. So without turning around, the blond sighed loudly, and grumbled, "Aren't you cold? The bed is a lot warmer then the floor you know." He rolled over then, propping his head up on his hand, and then lifted the blankets with another, "I don't bite you know. Well except for that one time, but that was your fault. I mean, I did warn you that if you didn't stop kicking me..." the blond let the sentence slide off into the dark encompassing silence of the room, and smiled gently, his face turning red. Mainly because in this dim half-light, he could see the intense look on Takuma's usually happy face, and it was directed straight at him.

"Aaah...I can go to my bed if you want..."

_____

It was so random, and so nice. So comfortable, so soothing. Mumaru had gentle hands, and a gentle heart, he went to work right away, his hands carefully cleaning those wounds without a complaint, without any argument. At some point he had nearly fallen asleep under those hands, those warm, slightly calloused skilled hands.

Sleep was a sly beast, and Mumaru nodded a little to far forward at one point, and his nose filled with steam, and he awoke to the panicked feeling of suffocation, and his back stiffened. He felt Naoki's hands pause, and he could almost see the look of worry on his friends face, probably thinking he had done something wrong. But when Mumaru leaned into those hands again, the boy had continued, and he sighed.

Circle, circle, knead, press, rub, rub, palm, knead...

So random. That was Naoki for sure.

Those hands searched out knots in his back, destroying them like they would destroy enemies, and the Nara leaned forward, giving a soft groan of approval, enjoying the treatment his friend was giving him.

He would have to return the figure....in a couple minutes. For the moment, Mumaru sat in the warm water, soaking it in, giving little happy sighs as his friend worked out the kinks that their grueling work gave them.

And then he scooted away from those hands, those wonderful, pain-relieving hands, and almost moaned at the lose of pressure on his back. But he had to return the favour.

"Your turn," the dark haired teen said, motioning for Naoki to turn around and lean against the edge of the tub. "Thank you for that, my back feels much better." A small pause, "A-and..." god why was he stuttering? It wasn't embarrassing, "I would like to return the favour."[/size]

"Fiver SAID"
 
[size=1]He was well aware that the amount of time he was spending standing barefoot in the cold was stretching into the absurd, and the sound of Hitachi's voice made him start guiltily. Every other little speck of insanity aside, this here was surely proof that he needed help - lurking in the dark like some panting stalker.

The shivers were prickling along every edge of exposed skin, his body mourning the loss of security and warmth even as his mind continued with hesitant arguments. Takuma wasn't sure what was bothering him so much about this; he'd never been brilliant at introspection. Hitachi's words weren't a rejection, they were almost an encouragement, referencing a memory that tugged forth a smile rather than locked muscles, and wasn't that a pleasant change? So it really wasn't as big a deal as he seemed insistent on making it, and it wasn't as though he didn't want to-

Takuma paused. Took a moment to run that thought back through his mind. Want. Wanted to. Didn't feel obliged to, didn't sort of figure there was no other option; did in fact want to go back to bed, and did in fact want Hitachi to be there when he did so. And it was not just for the warmth or the company, it was a combination of all of the above and more. It was want.

As such, Hitachi's last offer made him snap his head up, and let a "No!" drop out with more force than intended. Aware that he had come across somewhat more vehement than the situation really warranted, Takuma fumbled to add on something approaching normality. "No, it's...fine. Just wasn't sure you'd want cold feet climbing back in."

A terrible, terrible joke at best, but he curved his lips in smile anyway and took advantage of his own brief determination in order to get his limbs moving again, wriggling down between the covers. The experience was likely not-so-great for Hitachi, having a block of frozen flesh drop in, but humans made the best heaters and it was positively delightful to slip into sheets that hadn't gone cold.

And acceptance always carried its own quiet heat.

He crooked an arm back around his head; he could almost feel the pulse of the dull pounding within his skull, but for the most part the pain had dimmed. The memories and information would linger much longer, yet somehow the edge had softened with the knowledge that right now, right here, he was where he wanted to be. And where someone else wanted him. It was...interesting was not the right word, but the best he could supply.

There were things he thought he wanted to say, but what came out next was a slight frown, a glance at the rest of the room, and a murmured, "Where're the others?" Not that he was ungrateful for the privacy, but there was not even the sound of sleep-muffled breathing from the other partitions.

---

He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but for the most part Mumaru didn't seem to mind. There was a point or two where he faltered, feeling his friend stiffen or shift, but no words of complaint came forth, and he trusted the Nara to at least give him a hint if he was making things worse.

It was soothing for him as well, this session of gentle ministration amongst coiling steam. The water was cooling but still retained much of its heat, and it soaked away sand and sweat, blood and fear. It could be hard to feel clean in a desert environment, what with all the sand and its tendancy to get in absolutely every little crack and crevice. Naoki had been caked in mud from head to foot before and survived, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate a good bath once in a while.

Mumaru pulled away and he dropped his hands obediently, head cocked on one side attentively. His friend was probably still quite pained, and as much as he was enjoying the water, he was willing to provide assistance should it be decided he wanted to return to bed.

However, Mumaru's decision turned out to be much better than that, and Naoki perked up eagerly. At the same time he recognised the slight awkwardness in the words and offer, unfamiliar as it was to associate the Nara with awkwardness, and made a conscious effort to stifle the enthusiasm some would find overwhelming.

But ah, it was like offering to give a puppy a belly-rub; impossible to turn down.

"That would be nice." He shifted into a better position himself, tossing a grin over his shoulder to take any sting out of the following words. "I think you owe me for landing on me like that."[/size]



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The blond winced at the sudden harsheness in Takuma’s voice. It was almost frightening, and he quickly relaxed back into the bed. Takuma obviously didn’t want him to leave (which was perfectly fine with Hitachi), so stay he would. Heopfully though, Takuma himself would get back into bed, and Hitachi was about to say something along the lines of that when Takuma cracked a joke about cold feet. Wait…Takuma? Cracking a joke. Surely this was something to wake the world about. Takuma had been so cold and silent as of late, Hitachi had felt that jokes were beyond his dark-haired friend. But, even if it was weak, there had been a hint of a joke in his friends last comment.

Of course, Takuma wasn’t all joke, and as soon as those cold toes (and legs and arms) hit his warm skin, the blond hissed through clenched teeth. He had never liked the cold. Never ever ever. And even if sharing a bed with Takuma got him all hot and bothered, having Takuma press his cold body against him was not pleasant. So after a moment of stiff uncomfortable silence, his body relaxed.

The warmth slowly spread back to the spots Takuma had touched, and the blond carefully rolled over, and ever so carefully let his arm drape over his friend’s waist; though he did keep his legs to himself this time. It must have been the sleepy happiness that caused him to do this without panicking, though he did wonder if this would cause Takuma to flinch away, but his sleepy heat-heavy mind figured that they had been like this before, and Takuma hadn’t thought any thing of it…so he would now, right?

The young Uzumaki hoped so, because getting yelled at by his friend was not on the top of his ‘To Do’ list. Getting close and comfortable again with Tak on the other hand? Definitely on the top ten. The blond was just closing his eyes, relaxing into the perfect happy silence between them when Takuma spoke.

So much for romantic silence (okay okay, not romantic, but he could dream!). Hitachi shrugged, his face to busy being buried in his pillow, dangerously close to Takuma’s neck. “Not sure,” he mumbled, then added, “Walk maybe? Those two are odd.”

Then again, wasn’t he just as odd, he was blatantly cuddling with a guy who he had grown up with. He wondered, now as he lay here, if Takuma wanted this as well. Did he want to be close to someone (preferably Hitachi himself!), did he want to be held and feel safe and warm and happy. Because that was what Hitachi was feeling.

He wondered if there was something…something between them….

Yeah right.

“There could never be anything between us,” he whispered, unaware that he spoke these lamenting words out loud. Ah, so very much like Hitachi. Always the idiot at the worst times.

~~~~~


Mumaru glowered at his friend, and splashed water at him. “Watch it, Naoki-kun, or I will pinch a nerve and leave you floating in the water, and when you wake up you will be all pruny and icky.” but there was no real threat in those words, and the Nara let his hands ghost up his friends back before apply real pressure in his shoulders. He concentrated on the knots first, working them out with his thumbs and pointer fingers, attacking each tight spot with dedicated need. One, two, three, four….By the time he was done, the poor boy had rubbed and worked out twelve knots in his dog-friends back. But he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember how long he had worked at it, because the whole time he massaged Naoki’s back, the black-headed teen had zoned out, enjoying just touching and helping his friend.

And now that the knots were gone? Mumaru frowned, what was he supposed to do?

He let his fingers trail lazily over the other’s back, drawing designs, because he wasn’t sure what else to do. All he knew was he didn’t want to leave this tub, leave this happy feeling. He wanted to sit here and pet (because that was what this was now, petting) Naoki. He even let his hands rid up the boys neck and into his hair, and Mumaru gently tugged at his best friends locks, before letting the hair slide between his fingers. He rubbed his fingers into the boys scalp, rubbing his head, let his fingers drift curiously over the shells of his ears. He mapped out the whole back of Naoki’s back before he started to feel awkward. Naoki was being to quiet.

“Have I upset you, Naoki-kun?” he asked gently, nervous that he had gone to far with his curiosity.

(LOL I LOVE MUMARU. I am just gunna..hide him in a box now. ;3

and sorry if it is no good. DDD: i am a loser right now.)
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Hitachi was draped against him and somehow it took a moment to register. He almost laughed. It seemed some habits left their mark longer than one would think, and it just felt so natural to have a weight balancing out his own. Even though they had not crept across dark halls since dignity demanded a little independence, there were still those nights with no tent and stars uncaring of freezing genin huddling together.

Hitachi's first words made Takuma snort slightly. Odd was an understatement, though in all fairness he didn't think they were in any position to criticise. 'They are odd' might as well have been the motto of Konoha. Odd is as odd does...or something equally ridiculous. His mind was trailing slightly, slipping down into sleep surprisingly quickly. Just as before when all it had taken was a familiar warmth, a familiar body with its familiar scent to keep despair at bay, it was taking hold again...

The mumbled statement snapped red eyes open again.

Wait wait, what? Hitachi was pining after someone? He felt his brow crease in a bemused frown, not least because something gave a funny little twist inside him that he dismissed impatiently. He didn't think the blonde had a girlfriend at the moment; as distant as he knew they were becoming of late he was also certain something like that

like an enemy buying you, like memories unburied

wouldn't be kept from him. Not by Hitachi. But he couldn't honestly find a face leaping to mind appropriately either. They'd been away from the village for quite some time now, and the only female they really interacted with was Sakura, and his mind rejected that notion out of hand no questions asked thank you very much. And then something pointed out that really Hitachi didn't spend enough time with anyone to suggest a crush, anyone except himse-

"What?" He repeated his first reaction, only this time aloud, because his head was apparently stupid and he might as well get an honest answer.

---

He chuckled lazily at the mock threat, not even bothering to duck away from the watery assault. Even if he had thought Mumaru might well make good on the warning, pruniness was the least of their worries. In any case it was just nice to see that his friend was apparently in less pain and willing to engage in a little mindless banter. Naoki pondered forming a further retort to throw back, but was cut off by the feel of gentle fingers sliding up his skin.

He shivered, eyes slipping down to a sleepy half-mast in pure delight. Some emptied their pockets for professional massages, but truly the best were found amongst the healers, because who else could know the body better? Those careful fingers that could seal a gash as easily as they could split the skin open again somehow managed to seek out tightened knots he himself was not aware of and soothingly smoothed them away. He had to chew his lower lip to stifle the sounds he could feel building deep in his throat, unwilling to break the blanket of easy quiet that had settled over the pair.

The movements changed after a time, having successfully eradicated the tension and left Naoki more relaxed than he had felt for a long time. Since they had left the village, he imagined; or perhaps earlier than that, and since the staged fight that had nearly gone too far. But even the memories of recent tribulations couldn't chase away the warm glow of good feelings. He let himself drift, the usual bubbling urge to comment on anything that so much as walked through the door seemingly stroked into silence along with the rest of him.

And of course his friend would read too much into that.

Naoki sighed, a touch of amused exasperation stirred in amongst fondness. He felt much like himself again - content and complete - and himself knew precisely how it was going to deal with this.

"Mumaru...you think way too much."

And then he twisted on his knees as best he could to press his lips against Mumaru's own because some things didn't need to be thought about, and definitely didn't need to be said. It was a gentle pressure, a reassurance rather than a demand, even if it could not exactly be called chaste.

NO MATTER WHERE YOU HIDE HIM WE WILL FIND HIM >D Ahaha I totally fretted for ages about what to make Naoki do. "Is it too soon? Bad timing? Gonna freak Mumaru out?" And then I swear to God it was like the character himself gave me a funny look and said "You're putting far too much thought into this." And I figured that was an answer. It makes a pleasant change to have a character who actually acts on what he wants, EH TAKUMA. ::Noogies Naoki::
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‘What?’

Eerk.

Hitachi’s eyes snapped open, wide with sudden panic, sudden realization. Shit. Had he just--oh god he had! He had said something out loud, something, he was sure, that should NOT be said out loud. He felt eyes staring at him, even as he quickly shut his own. Pretend you are asleep, pretend you are asleep. He snored loudly, as if to make it obvious that; no, he had not just opened his eyes and looked into the face of impending doom that was Takuma’s questioning eyes, and yes, he was definitely not faking being asleep, it was totally the genuine thing! The real deal...oh who was he kidding!?

He knew it was failing miserably, and bit his lip. Two more seconds, but after two more seconds, he could still feel those eyes on him, and so there seemed no choice but to face the devil, to grab the bull by the horns, and most likely get impaled and be left to clean up his bleeding aching heart later on.

“Uuuh,” the blond squeaked, opening one eye, then the other, and carefully looking into Tak’s face. His long time friend was staring at him in a way that seemed, to Hitachi’s fearful mind, ‘You better not be meaning what I think you are meaning’, but in his state of sudden fear, he could easily interoperate a kiss from Takuma as a sign of his friends disgust for the foolish blond’s crush on him.

So, he was staring now, looking into those dark eyes, just barely visible, and he could feel Takuma’s breath on his face, and it made his throat dry, it made his heart race so loud Hitachi was sure his father back home could hear it. And he couldn’t think of anything to say besides: “Ah, yeah…f-funny story…right?”

Now that was articulate, that was amazingly intelligent, Hitachi’s mind berated, and the blond groaned mentally. He was doomed. Doomed to an eternity of akwardness, unless. Unless he could save his ass.

So, the blond put on his poker face, his horribly obvious poker face, and grinned stupidly. “See, there was this like…dream. Totally weird, yeah, dream, weird! Ahahha,” awkward laugh, awkward silence, deep breath, “And there was this…this….” he looked at Takuma, and quickly spurted out, “m-mongoose, right? And umm…he…er…he asked me to marry him. Totally couldn’t do it, y-you know! Ahaha, marry a mongoose. So weird. Ahaha…ha…” he swallowed and smiled and nodded, “Yeah, so yeah…ummm…weird dream...mongoose.”

And now he sounded like a broken record, laughing and trying his hardest not to look Tak in the eye, and god Hitachi was sure as hell that this was not going to end good. Unless he got lucky, really really lucky, and suddenly there was this amazing bond between them.

“Yeah right.” he grumped, and then his eyes widened again, and he palmed his face mentally. Obviously the lack of sleep was causing him to act like a bigger idiot then usual. And mix that with the fact that he was half on top of the one person he wanted in his life, and you could put Hitachi in a jar and sell him as ‘love-sick Goop’. He glanced at Tak again and sighed, “Ummm…so awkward dreams aside, m-maybe I should get in my own bed…”

Before I do something I will regret.

___


He heard Naoki sigh, and wasn’t sure what it was for, and didn’t get much time to think. Naoki was speaking now, and Mumaru was staring at his back, fingers still lightly pressed against the warm pleasant skin, and he blushed. Thinking had always, since he was little, been his gift. But Naoki always pointed out how he always thought and never spoke. It made it frustrating then, because when he spoke, it was always the wrong thing.

“I am so--”

What ever the medical genin had planned to say, which had been along the lines of ‘I am sorry, Naoki-kun’ was quickly and completely swept up and locked away when Naoki moved. He watched that back drift, in slow motion, away from him, as his friends body spun around in the water. He felt his hands, more then saw them, accomadate with the lose of a back to touch, rest easily on Naoki’s thighs, while his lips.


His lips.

He wasn’t sure how to kiss, kissing was something Mumaru had never thought about. His kisses to his mother had been chaste and planted squarely on the left cheek. Never had he been kissed like this. It was so curious. He was nervous, and his lips barely moved. The Nara wasn’t quiet sure he liked this. But like the first time he had tried kohl liner, it only took a few seconds for him to change his mind and decide it was delightfully pleasant.

Naoki pulled away, and Mumaru blinked slowly, his dark eyes resting on Naoki’s as he slowly smiled. He definitely liked that. But it wasn’t far, seeing as it hadn’t lasted long enough, and he hadn’t gotten fair time to reply to the dog-boys advances, since that has to be what these were. Surely Naoki would just kiss him for no reason. Kisses were to be shared between two people who truly cared, so Naoki must have kissed him because he cared.

How much did he care? That was a go--

‘You think to much.’

That voice echoed in his mind, and forever it would remind him of that pressure against his shocked lips, and the dark haired nin laughed softly, hands pressing against Naoki’s thighs as he leaned forward, capturing the distance between them, removing it like one would remove enemies from their path; quick and effectively. “You’re right, Naoki-kun, as you usually are,” Mumaru whispered, and then, uncertainly (how does one kiss? Should I tilt my head a little, what angle, was it an accident, will I scare him?), returned the kiss, trying to apply the same amount of pressure into the kiss. But something felt wrong. Where was that spark?

He pulled back, and furrowed his brow, he had kissed just as Naoki had but…that spark was gone.

“I am confused,” Mumaru stated, “It does not feel the same, I thought the process through, the pressure is right. What am I doing wrong, Naoki-kun?”

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A laaaast, a replyyy~

Takuma was confused. He'd gotten sadly used to the feeling lately, but it still wasn't something he was all that experienced in, particularly when it came to the one person he'd known all his remembered life. He'd long ago accepted that as they grew and as they changed and as the situations became different they'd no longer have that almost instantaneous understanding from their childhood, when they could communicate with little more than the flick of a gaze or the tap of a finger.

But this was frankly ridiculous.

He mouthed the word mongoose to himself silently, as though the repetition would somehow come complete with a translation. Unfortunately it still remained as much of a great big bucket of crazy as it had been when Hitachi had first blurted the word out. He would have been willing to chalk it up to simple dream strangeness - it certainly wasn't the weirdest sleep hallucination his friend had ever had - if it weren't for the fact he could all but taste the lie.

Why was Hitachi lying? There really wasn't much to suggest there was more than the barest twitch of truth in his words, because ridiculous as the proposed dream was it wasn't anything to be nervous about. Not to mention the hasty snores earlier, attempted deception, and you didn't just hand over the truth if you were desperate enough to try and pull that sort of trick.

The gentle simplicity of their youth - perhaps softened further with time and hindsight, but simple all the same - seemed to grow more distant every day.

He couldn't think of what to say. Maybe once he might have confronted in his own way, quiet but insistent; Hitachi usually didn't need more than a little pressure to make him spill whatever was on his mind. But Takuma had lost the right to confrontation when he slapped aside those worried attempts to understand what was eating at him. Trust demanded effort be made from both sides, and he had not lived up to his part of the bargain. He had lost the right to request any better from his friend.

It seemed Hitachi was aware of his scepticism anyway, and for a briefly panicked moment he thought he really had voiced the displeased, "Yeah right." But no, the blond was simply managing to counter his own lie. Impressive, if not helping the case for sanity.

For at least the second time Hitachi was again offering to go, and Takuma was starting to think that was what the Uzumaki was after. It would explain the awkwardness, wouldn't it? Ignoring the unexpected and unexplainable clench somewhere inside, the quiet strangling within his body, he bobbed his head in a curt nod. "Yeah, fine. If you want."

Might as well make it easier for his companion to actually get off the bed, and Takuma shifted, trying to get a limb in place in order to extricate himself from the tangle they'd managed to make. One hand caught against the blankets, and in a thoughtless move he jerked his sideways to free it again - but the angle was too steep to bear his weight, and he slipped back again. A sharp twist prevented any edges from jamming into any particularly tender areas, but it did leave him somehow more or less sprawled across Hitachi, and Takuma froze, not entirely sure there was anywhere safe to put his hands.

"Sorry." He squeezed his eyes shut; not his night. "That was, uh..." What kind of ninja couldn't even climb out of bed? "Sorry."

---

Deep down he was aware that he probably should be a lot more nervous or uncertain about this. Perhaps it was a side effect of spending so much time with his teammates, worriers the lot of them for all that they hid it behind a grin or a bland look or careful rationalisation. And yet here he was making himself as vulnerable as he'd never been, and not an inch of him felt something could go wrong. It never occurred to Naoki that the level of trust he was putting in his friend not to hurt him was above and beyond what most would be willing to risk.

All the same he broke the kiss first; Mumaru didn't seem to be taking it badly, but nor did he seem entirely comfortable. He rocked back slightly, as best as was possible in the confines of the tub, and cocked his head in an almost enquiring manner. Yes, no? Mumaru was smiling, which was good, and Naoki was willing to wait patiently for whatever verdict may come.

Then they were face to face again, nose to nose, and for a moment he couldn't remember how the usual inhale-exhale went. The whisper, so close he felt it rather than heard it, and then that was gone too because there was something more important to occupy his attention. He remained passive this time, patient, letting Mumaru set what pace he chose.

But almost immediately something felt off, and Naoki wasn't particularly surprised to feel Mumaru pull away again so soon. He blinked, faintly puzzled.

As always, the other chuunin had the answer. I thought the process through, and the Inuzuka had to fight the urge to roll his eyes, for however fond the gesture was, this was a tentative moment. But really. Trust Mumaru to try and calculate the necessities of a kiss. It did beg the question of how he was supposed to explain it in return.

"You're still thinking about it," he tried, hands splashing slightly in the water as they tried to present their own enactment of the problem. "It's not something you think about, it's...it's something you just do."

It also wasn't something you could tell, Naoki was beginning to realise. Telling wasn't going to work, that was too close to thinking. Don't think. Don't tell. Do. Show.

Some of the impulsiveness had faded, sending the smallest curl of nerves winding through him, but there was a rightness to it all that steadied him, braced him as effectively as the arms he placed either side of Mumaru, fingers curling around the cooling rim of the tub. Do, don't think, and he leaned in quick and close; invitation having already been received, the pressure was firmer, bolder, less restrained. A call, a reassurance - it's alright to be uncontrolled. It's alright to just be.
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