[Kazuha is teasing him a little, though it's a truthful admission. He'd made them with Scaramouche in mind, and he shouldn't hide it really. He hopes the other man was noticing the special attention he gives him.
Scaramouche doesn't even need to ask— Kazuha's eyes fix on the obi in his hands and he's over by his side again almost on reflex. He takes it from him, his fingers brushing against his, and he wraps it around him with gentle practice, moving about him until he pulls the knot taut in the back.
Finished, he settles his hands on his hips, smoothing the fabric out.]
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[Kazuha is teasing him a little, though it's a truthful admission. He'd made them with Scaramouche in mind, and he shouldn't hide it really. He hopes the other man was noticing the special attention he gives him.
Scaramouche doesn't even need to ask— Kazuha's eyes fix on the obi in his hands and he's over by his side again almost on reflex. He takes it from him, his fingers brushing against his, and he wraps it around him with gentle practice, moving about him until he pulls the knot taut in the back.
Finished, he settles his hands on his hips, smoothing the fabric out.]
You look very lovely in this.