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Fuck, he's a pervert. I can just tell.

[which really shouldn't make him a threat to a demon of lust. it should put levi right up rook's alley. except that makes jiho want him around him even less. he doesn't want rook taken advantage of.

jiho mutters something about soft spots, listing off a few on levi that he'd like to sink some daggers into. and twist.

tea. tea sounds heavenly right about now though. jiho swallows back his resistance before nodding.]

Change into some dry clothes before you do anything though.

[jiho takes the towel from the other's hand, giving it a quick rub against rook's hair.]

[ Rook nearly chokes on his snort of laughter at that. of all the things that Leviathan has been called, pervert wasn't one that often made the list. asshole, monster, killer, sure, but pervert? not usually. and while Rook isn't sure how right Jiho is... he also has no desire to find out.

muffling his laugh against Jiho's hair, Rook pulls back ready to get tea, when there is a towel on his head and Jiho doing that thing with his mouth where he tries not to argue and--

warm fingers curl around the assassin's wrist gently.]

Okay, dry clothes then tea. I'll text Kwang too. You... well do you want anything else? Food at all?

[don't you laugh at him. he doesn't like this train of thought. and levi definitely has that greasy feeling to him.

jiho tugs his hand away, not to pull away completely, but to give him something back, taking rook's hand properly.]

Just tea. [he doesn't want to feel like he's making rook his slave or his servant. he's done enough, more than jiho's headstrong ass deserves.] Thank you....

[ he isn't laughing at you, promise. more like at the hilarity of the situation. which isn't funny at all, which is also why he is probably laughing. nerves or something. nerves that flare up all the more when Jiho takes his hand like that and-- thanks him.

yeah, this is what Leviathan means when he says that Rook is soft between the ribs. he just wants to curl up around Jiho and make sure he is safe, comfortable. wants to take care of him in ways that don't involve sex and pleasure but-- something else. something more.

leaning down, Rook presses he smile against Jiho's hair, thumb brushing back and forth against his hand.] You are more than welcome, Jiho. I mean that.

[ really, this isn't hard for him to do this, to take care of you in some sense. he enjoys it. ]

Now, relax as best you can until Kwang gets here and I come back with tea, okay?

[there are all kinds of pleasure. jiho is feeling it now, with rook dipping down to press his mouth against his damp hair, the simplicity of his touch, the warmth of his body. most of all, how comfortable he makes what should be the most uncomfortable situation in the world for jiho.

he can accept it because rook is who he is, and not who levi tried to make him be. demon of lust? please. jiho would his eyes and correct anyone on that.

demon of fluff.

he groans, because he forgot about the part where he has to face someone else. but he said he'd let him do it, and jiho won't back out of that promise now.]

Alright. Don't take too long.

[he...really likes his tea, it's not because he'll miss your smile or anything.

(he'll miss your smile.)]

[ this is all that Rook craves really, being able to be this close. to feel like someone cares about him beyond his body. to know that someone trusts him enough to let him take care of them. this is more than he could ever really ask for, and the fact that it is Jiho makes it a million times better.

there is another smile at the groan, Rook humming as he steps back and moves to have Jiho sit down, or lay down. there is a moment where his brows furrow as he tries to figure out what would be best. eventually, he grabs the towel and lays it over some pillows, gesturing for Jiho to come lay down.]

Probably best if you lay on your stomach for a while, yeah? The worst of the wounds seems to be on your back. [ don't argue with him either, just lay down. he will be back with tea and Kwang asap. probably to have your head lay in his lap so he can play with your hair.

what.]

I'll be as quick as possible, promise.

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