[ Kazuha's explanation over the leaf makes a bit more sense and lends a certain air of significance to the gesture. Childe isn't so dim-witted that he can't recognize the meaning behind the samurai's words, the emotions and the feelings conveyed in such a way that the leaf actually looks a little different to him as a result.
Kazuha is, without a doubt, one of the people he has come to appreciate deeply during his time here. from the first time they'd met he'd felt drawn to the samurai's sense of inner peace and calm, sought solace in the other's company not knowing that he needed it the most. Kazuha did not ask, did not pry, and for someone like Childe who only gave information when he was ready to - that was perhaps the most valuable sort of comrade he could ask for.
even if they learned little of each other aside from what was gleaned on a surface level, he liked to think that that didn't diminish his opinion of the samurai in the slightest.
so when Kazuha makes his request, cheeky and sly though it is, Childe moves as though compelled. his fingers brush along Kazuha's cheek, the gentle, barely-there touch turning into something warm and affectionate as he cups the side of his head and slides his fingers under the other's ear. his thumb braces along the Inazuman's jaw and tilts it, up, gently, lashes dipping as he seals their mouths together in a tender, lingering kiss. ]
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Kazuha is, without a doubt, one of the people he has come to appreciate deeply during his time here. from the first time they'd met he'd felt drawn to the samurai's sense of inner peace and calm, sought solace in the other's company not knowing that he needed it the most. Kazuha did not ask, did not pry, and for someone like Childe who only gave information when he was ready to - that was perhaps the most valuable sort of comrade he could ask for.
even if they learned little of each other aside from what was gleaned on a surface level, he liked to think that that didn't diminish his opinion of the samurai in the slightest.
so when Kazuha makes his request, cheeky and sly though it is, Childe moves as though compelled. his fingers brush along Kazuha's cheek, the gentle, barely-there touch turning into something warm and affectionate as he cups the side of his head and slides his fingers under the other's ear. his thumb braces along the Inazuman's jaw and tilts it, up, gently, lashes dipping as he seals their mouths together in a tender, lingering kiss. ]