[Kazuha sounds very smug and certain with himself when he insists that, tipping his chin up as the smile spreads across his lips. He doesn't really have many friends to brag to in such a way, but he can tease about it hypothetically. He likes to think, if Beidou was still in Nippon, she would be happy for him. Venn would be happy for them.
Aether maybe would not, which is something that's been gnawing at Kazuha for a bit.
He can't linger on worrying about what others think of him. What matters right now was what Scaramouche thinks of him, and it seemed that he already was growing an appetite for his praise and attention. It's fortunate that Kazuha is more than willing to give it-- pouting just a bit as he's denied further kisses.]
Not wealth or fame or beauty is what I desire. It's the way my spirit raises when I hear the bells on your hat. It's how the scent of you on my futon makes me crave you in your absence. It's your smile. Your teasing. Your lectures, as exhausting as they can be.
[He laughs a little at that, his own smile impossibly fond. His hand slips away from the immortal's face and instead drops down, sliding around his back to lace his fingers behind him in a loose embrace.]
Maybe I like the challenge. Even love would be boring if it was always easy.
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[Kazuha sounds very smug and certain with himself when he insists that, tipping his chin up as the smile spreads across his lips. He doesn't really have many friends to brag to in such a way, but he can tease about it hypothetically. He likes to think, if Beidou was still in Nippon, she would be happy for him. Venn would be happy for them.
Aether maybe would not, which is something that's been gnawing at Kazuha for a bit.
He can't linger on worrying about what others think of him. What matters right now was what Scaramouche thinks of him, and it seemed that he already was growing an appetite for his praise and attention. It's fortunate that Kazuha is more than willing to give it-- pouting just a bit as he's denied further kisses.]
Not wealth or fame or beauty is what I desire. It's the way my spirit raises when I hear the bells on your hat. It's how the scent of you on my futon makes me crave you in your absence. It's your smile. Your teasing. Your lectures, as exhausting as they can be.
[He laughs a little at that, his own smile impossibly fond. His hand slips away from the immortal's face and instead drops down, sliding around his back to lace his fingers behind him in a loose embrace.]
Maybe I like the challenge. Even love would be boring if it was always easy.