[As if that wasn't obvious enough. Kazuha's ancestors really did put him directly into a mold to decide what he'd like later in life. Sometimes he wonders if he would feel any different had even just a few details changed. He knows at the very least, growing up surrounded by the beauty of vermilion maples definitely helped influence how he feels about him.
He feels warm as Scaramouche grudgingly puts on his scarf and he only just barely resists the urge to rearrange it around the immortal's shoulders. Honestly, he doesn't even know if he's capable of feeling cold— a doll is essentially what he's described himself as. A puppet. Is he capable? Yet the gesture was natural to him as if his companion was just another human. He doesn't know how to treat him any differently.
Kazuha catches the way that the Fatuus' eyes fall to the V of skin at the neck of his kimono and he laughs a little at Scaramouche's grumpy statement.]
It wouldn't be, but maybe I can talk you into feeding me soup and tucking me in if I do.
[...It strikes him a moment later that seems an odd thing to say. Why did he say that? He blushes, then laughs it off a moment later, content to forget that he might have said something too friendly. He turns away after, tilting his head in gesture for the harbinger to follow before he sets down the path.]
Aah, there's a lot of snack and souvenir shops here. Do you want to get some warm tea first?
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[As if that wasn't obvious enough. Kazuha's ancestors really did put him directly into a mold to decide what he'd like later in life. Sometimes he wonders if he would feel any different had even just a few details changed. He knows at the very least, growing up surrounded by the beauty of vermilion maples definitely helped influence how he feels about him.
He feels warm as Scaramouche grudgingly puts on his scarf and he only just barely resists the urge to rearrange it around the immortal's shoulders. Honestly, he doesn't even know if he's capable of feeling cold— a doll is essentially what he's described himself as. A puppet. Is he capable? Yet the gesture was natural to him as if his companion was just another human. He doesn't know how to treat him any differently.
Kazuha catches the way that the Fatuus' eyes fall to the V of skin at the neck of his kimono and he laughs a little at Scaramouche's grumpy statement.]
It wouldn't be, but maybe I can talk you into feeding me soup and tucking me in if I do.
[...It strikes him a moment later that seems an odd thing to say. Why did he say that? He blushes, then laughs it off a moment later, content to forget that he might have said something too friendly. He turns away after, tilting his head in gesture for the harbinger to follow before he sets down the path.]
Aah, there's a lot of snack and souvenir shops here. Do you want to get some warm tea first?