I think it would be a justified death, but are you saying you wouldn't like to die from kissing me? Make up your mind.
[Could someone even be killed in such a manner? Scaramouche thinks not. Even with the samurai's need to breathe where he had no such limitations, he can't imagine actual harm coming from the act unless he was actually attempting to do so - something so far from his thoughts. And as the other Inazuman said, they've only been in a relationship for such a short time, would be quite a shame to end it so soon.
Boyfriends. It makes him smile hearing it, feeling wanted.
It's concerning at just how easily he slips into a state of comfort, pulled close as Kazuha runs a hand against his back. As he kisses his ear, drawing a content sigh out of him, and the immortal finds himself gently tugging at stray hair no longer bound into the bun. He holds no qualms, no interest in the samurai ever stopping his little bouts of affection.]
That depends. Would you have done anything differently?
[Scaramouche can't see himself noticing Kazuha's flirting, the man's attempts to attract his attention if he'd done things the same way. It wasn't as though it had been his standards stopping them from this before, more confusing emotions and little idea that he was cared about in such a way. He knows now because the samurai finally decided to take his chances, had he not he doesn't doubt that he would still be unaware of the feelings towards him.
Friendship was new and confusing, attraction and want even more so, Kazuha's subtlety only helping to mask it all.]
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[Could someone even be killed in such a manner? Scaramouche thinks not. Even with the samurai's need to breathe where he had no such limitations, he can't imagine actual harm coming from the act unless he was actually attempting to do so - something so far from his thoughts. And as the other Inazuman said, they've only been in a relationship for such a short time, would be quite a shame to end it so soon.
Boyfriends. It makes him smile hearing it, feeling wanted.
It's concerning at just how easily he slips into a state of comfort, pulled close as Kazuha runs a hand against his back. As he kisses his ear, drawing a content sigh out of him, and the immortal finds himself gently tugging at stray hair no longer bound into the bun. He holds no qualms, no interest in the samurai ever stopping his little bouts of affection.]
That depends. Would you have done anything differently?
[Scaramouche can't see himself noticing Kazuha's flirting, the man's attempts to attract his attention if he'd done things the same way. It wasn't as though it had been his standards stopping them from this before, more confusing emotions and little idea that he was cared about in such a way. He knows now because the samurai finally decided to take his chances, had he not he doesn't doubt that he would still be unaware of the feelings towards him.
Friendship was new and confusing, attraction and want even more so, Kazuha's subtlety only helping to mask it all.]