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action; gift

[chokuto]

[Does Valentine's Day exist in Shinobiland? No, but evidently some version of White Day does, even if it may not be known by that name. Still — he's seen enough of the happenings around the resort to get a grasp on the nature of the occasion. And though he is not the sort of person who would abide by the sentiment of such a holiday, perhaps he just wants an excuse to give Cy something that demonstrates what he cannot easily put into words.

Sometime in the afternoon, Cy will discover a delivery on his doorstep. Inside the neatly wrapped package: homemade onigiri with various fillings of kombu, takuan, and umeboshi; a small, ribboned box that contains a slice of perfect Japanese Strawberry Shortcake; a black leather journal engraved with CYRAM across the front; and a technologically advanced sunrise lamp, which will project hour-specific weather on the wall of Cy's room.

Underneath these gifts is a nondescript note, unsigned, written in precise Japanese — I am glad that I met you.

...

So this is romantic and everything, but he also knows Cy teleports in/out of his room and loses track of time, which is why he sends a direct text:]

Check your door.

[hallowing]

dude

[chokuto]

What?

[hallowing]

bitch you do not get to leave a bunch of STUPIDLY THOUGHTFUL SHIT at my doorstep and FLEE INTO THE NIGHT like a fucking goblin

get back here and share with me or i'm going to push your entire face into a cake, you little fucker

[chokuto]

[Excuse me, don't make him face his own display of affection.]

It's for you.

[hallowing]

yea you made that pretty obvious

it's very sweet and you're adorable

now get your ass back here

[chokuto]

I'm busy.

[hallowing]

but i wanna cuddle 🥺🥺🥺

if i have to say that ENDURING THE CRUSHING WEIGHT OF YOUR OWN AFFECTIONATE GESTURES is a new form of pain play to get you onboard i will.

[chokuto]

That's ridiculous. I'm not going to believe that.

Eat the food. Then I'll come over.

[hallowing]

oh so now ur busyness is predicated upon how quickly i can consume food?

[chokuto]

Yes.

[hallowing]

if it would really bother you, i'll let you know once i'm done.

but i'd like to share with you if you think you can stand it.

[chokuto]

[Ugh, not his emotions.]

I wanted you to enjoy it. If I eat too, then you'll have less.

[hallowing]

do you think my enjoyment of anything could be diminished by sharing it with you?

[chokuto]

Fine.

[he is so weak for this man it took literally no convincing]

But the dessert is only for you.

[hallowing]

deal

but i want you to feed it to me 😏

[chokuto]

Is that one of your sexual interests too?

[hallowing]

not a sexual one

it's an intimacy/trust thing. prob ties in w/acts of service too now that i think abt it?

not a big fan of licking whipped cream off somebody's nips tho

[chokuto]

I see. Similar to the handfeeding you mentioned.

Why would anyone enjoy doing that with whipped cream?

[the kink shamer strikes again]

[hallowing]

it engages the senses. it's not an unusual kink to have overall, it's p. tame.

[chokuto]

It sounds unsanitary.

In any case, I'll do it for you. Not that — the other one. I'll feed you.

[hallowing]

it can be but tbh if somebody's willing to eat ass what's a little whipped cream tbh

[chokuto]

[eat WHAT]

Stop talking. I'll be over soon.

[hallowing]

not actually talking, you know.

[chokuto]

[He does not respond in kind, allowing himself the privacy of an unseen eyeroll before closing the interface of their conversation on the Watch and turning around, headed toward the stairs that will carry him one floor up.

In short time, Cy will hear a knock at his door. Sasuke is standing behind it — a little more reticent than usual, no word of greeting but a curt nod before he moves into Cy's space.]

You weren't busy before I sent you that message, were you?