You sound so confident. Better tug on those threads a little harder.
[jiho smirks but also means it, because he trusts rook in all things. it still amazes him to think of the many months ago when they used to meet up in the kitchen, each one trying to figure the other one out. he thinks they both probably realized that there was something between them back then. it just wasn't something that either of them was familiar with, and so it took time to decipher.
he presses his lips lightly against the demon's skin and just lets them rest there. he still hasn't figured him out completely. rook's smile is still a mystery, at least when it's given so warmly and frequently to someone like him. the way that rook loves him is the real puzzle, but one that jiho wouldn't mind taking the rest of his life to figure out.
jiho sighs at the question, tipping his head forward so that his forehead presses against rook instead.]
Fuck, no. I don't even know what kind I need now, apparently yarn is not just yarn and can come from all sorts of sheep and alpaca and fucking...wombats.
[this little bit of frustration probably paints a clear picture for rook by now, one where the little pink-haired assassin stands in a craft shop, taking turns between scowling at a huge wall of yarn and the grandmother who's trying to educate him on it.
jiho lifts his head, looking up suddenly before rubbing a hand down rook's back. his skin feels warm, the water is still warm, but he could've sworn that he felt a shiver going through him.]
You okay? Do I need to be the one keeping you warm? All except about eight inches, anyway.
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[jiho smirks but also means it, because he trusts rook in all things. it still amazes him to think of the many months ago when they used to meet up in the kitchen, each one trying to figure the other one out. he thinks they both probably realized that there was something between them back then. it just wasn't something that either of them was familiar with, and so it took time to decipher.
he presses his lips lightly against the demon's skin and just lets them rest there. he still hasn't figured him out completely. rook's smile is still a mystery, at least when it's given so warmly and frequently to someone like him. the way that rook loves him is the real puzzle, but one that jiho wouldn't mind taking the rest of his life to figure out.
jiho sighs at the question, tipping his head forward so that his forehead presses against rook instead.]
Fuck, no. I don't even know what kind I need now, apparently yarn is not just yarn and can come from all sorts of sheep and alpaca and fucking...wombats.
[this little bit of frustration probably paints a clear picture for rook by now, one where the little pink-haired assassin stands in a craft shop, taking turns between scowling at a huge wall of yarn and the grandmother who's trying to educate him on it.
jiho lifts his head, looking up suddenly before rubbing a hand down rook's back. his skin feels warm, the water is still warm, but he could've sworn that he felt a shiver going through him.]
You okay? Do I need to be the one keeping you warm? All except about eight inches, anyway.
[THE DIFFERENCE IN THEIR HEIGHT, NOT- nevermind.]