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[chokuto]

a) I agree. And I would expect you'd tell me if I was being too demanding.

[He's never been given the impression that Cy is bothered by the fact he wants to climb him like a tree at least daily, but — it's good to put it out there.]

b) We can eat something together. And I'll stop using these letters now.

January 1st is the new calendar year for my culture. I don't know what it is for the resort. You should pick one, though, so I can celebrate it with you.

[hallowing]

u are very demanding but i love it and if it ever becomes a problem for me (unlikely) i will say smth yes.

you should pick a date for me then!! it's cuter if u do it

[chokuto]

All right. Then be prepared when you get here that I might be even more demanding than usual.

What about a festival that isn't related to any war god?

[hallowing]

sir i accept thine challenge pls lube ur butthole pre-emptively bc my first order of business is gonna be to (redacted) your (redacted) on every (redacted) APACE.


i'd be down. whatcha got in mind???

1/2

[chokuto]

I'm not doing that.

[chokuto]

The Haru Matsuri of my world takes place in the middle of April, usually on the 14th and 15th. It celebrates springtime and the harvest ahead.

It would be perfect for you.

[🥺🥺🥺]

let's science the shit out of it

[hallowing]

i like 15. atomic number for the element phosphorus, highly reactive. name derives from an old greek word that means 'light bringer'.

white phosphorus is pyrophoric meaning it's volatile and can combust when it contacts w/air. it can glow when it consumes oxygen too, a process called chemiluminescence.

but other forms of it help plants to grow, and it's essential to life.

plus, the greatest common factor of 15 and 23 is 1.

poetic 😌😌

nerd.

[chokuto]

April 15th.

[Even if he only understands a fraction of that — the heart of it resonates. Essential to life. Cy feels like that to him, essential, the warmth of sunlight in spring after the cold.]

Then I have plenty of time to prepare.

[hallowing]

can't believe u went with spring. what a sap.

also: i just teleported one foot into the last goddamn step of a staircase so i need to math that shit out before i can go anywhere else just gimme a minute

[chokuto]

You started it.

Do you need help with the staircase?

[hallowing]

technically u started it if u wanna be sassy abt it mr greek mythology expert.

i mean. u could come lend ur boundless moral support ig?

i could just rip the chunk out of the staircase but in the interest of not doing significant property damage math is probably still the best bet.

i didn't realize there were stairs 😭😭

im on the south stairwell tho

[chokuto]

It'll just repair itself overnight. I doubt you would do any serious damage.

Stay there.

[With food in hand — a veggie breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil from one of Cy's preferred vendors at Early Bird Hall — Sasuke changes direction and heads for the stairwell on the south side of the lobby.]

Do you get stuck... in things often?

[hallowing]

your often or my often

[chokuto]

Yours.

I'd have to reconsider your mathematical capability if it was mine.

[hallowing]

hurtful :(

then nah, not often. mostly just when im being careless or distracted which for the rECORD i would never do when ferrying u along somewhere

[chokuto]

I know. You'd be more careful with me.

Is there any pain? Being displaced like that.

[hallowing]

oh come ON

don't ask me that question u know i can't lie to u. jerk.

yea it hurts, but it's not more than i can stand, so yk all in all doing pretty good 👌👌

[chokuto]

[Now he really wants to destroy a staircase.]

Then I'll let you concentrate. And I'll be there in a minute.

[Yes, he knows Cy can tolerate it, but still — he hastens his own step when he reaches the staircase and begins to ascend, keeping an eye out for wherever Cy had managed to teleport.]

[hallowing]

（ by the time sasuke gets there, cy is sitting at the top step looking none the worse for wear save perhaps the fact he's now barefoot and the right leg of his pants looks a little tattered near the hem. but when he sees sasuke he reaches to gently curl a hand around his ankle as he draws near, and then he lets go. content to let that be enough in public. ）

Hey. Thank you for being ready to come, pistols at dawn, to my dramatic rescue.

（ also hello he recognizes that wrapper — ）

— with breakfast, even!

[chokuto]

Not that it was necessary. It seems you figured it out.

[There's a moment of relief, warmed by the touch before he unceremoniously claims the spot next to Cy on the step, close enough their shoulders brush. Then he sets the sandwich in his lap to unfold the foil one-handed before picking it up again, offering it out.]

You'll have to get used to teleporting to the eighth floor from now on. Don't get the math wrong again.

[To someone else, it sounds chiding — but Cy knows his tone and his bossily disguised concern well.]

[hallowing]

Ruined my boot, though.

（ he heals. his clothing, alas, does not. ）

Once I've been to your new digs I'll just teleport there each time I need to. （ a little bump of his shoulder in thanks as he takes the wrap with a little hand gesture of gratitude. ） So long as I'm still welcome to come and go as I please in Milord's lofty chambers.

（ he's teasing — he knows sasuke would want him there, and that this new place will inevitably be their new base of operations, just like cy's room has been for the past months. ）

[chokuto]

[With the most serious look on his face —]

It's not mine. It's ours. Since you're not that focused on ranking yourself up, [read: won't let him rank you up!!!!] then you should be with me.

[... his brow furrows a little.]

Ah. You're joking.

[hallowing]

I'm joking.

（ amused confirmation before he surreptitiously looks around and, confident that there's no one within sightlines of them he leans into sasuke's space and drops a quick kiss against his temple. and then resumes gnawing on the veggie wrap. ）

Guess that makes you the sugar daddy now, huh?

[chokuto]

The what?

[He's just — distracted by the kiss, thoughts skewing out of focus more than he'd typically allow in a public place, skin warm where Cy's mouth touched his temple.]

[hallowing]

The one who pays for all my needs, wants, and everythings in betweens in exchange for sexual favours.

（ ah, but he knows that look — bright, feverish. his mind slips back through time to the maiden curse, and it's the impetus for him to get to his feet and haul sasuke up after him. ）

To be meted out at your most eminent discretion, of course. Where's this room of yours?