[closed] come home with me

[lyingstars]

⌛ Who: Scaramouche & Kazuha
⌛ What: Plum blossom date
⌛ When: Early February
⌛ Where: Wakayama
⌛ Warnings: Smooches finally, Smol naked idiots

[It's become commonplace for Scaramouche to find himself over at Kazuha's home, ever since the samurai had gotten one of his own. His visits so frequent, often spending the night, that he's begun leaving things there - no reason to carry them back and forth even if teleportation was something he was capable of. Given what had happened the past month sleeping isn't something he often allows himself when he does end up staying, though Kazuha has managed to get him to do so a few times. The concern of what would happen if he had another nightmare far too present in his thoughts most nights.

So when Kazuha asks him to visit he thinks nothing of it, the request to bring more makeup than what he had laying around the man's home only garnering slight suspicion. Not once since he's known the other Inazuman has he ever seen him wear any, so for the samurai to suddenly ask is odd. Perhaps he was going somewhere later in the day? The Harbinger can't think of much reason past that, though he can't see much reason why the man would suddenly need to wear any to begin with.

For once when he arrives at the small village in Wakayama he doesn't immediately busy himself with climbing the tree in Kazuha's yard to enter through the window. For once he knocks like a normal person, waits patiently for Kazuha to open the door and let him inside. The neighbours are likely staring from that fact alone, though he doesn't bother looking back to see.

He takes a moment to slip his zori off, before turning pointedly towards the samurai. Hair recently cut, drawing all the more attention to the gaze he has fixed on the samurai.]

Since when do you wear makeup?

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[leafwhistle]

[Of all the ways to be greeted, the suspicious question only makes a slight sly smile spread across the samurai's face. He's leisurely as he steps back into his home, working his way though it to where he has hot water waiting for them.

Scaramouche knows his way around the house now so he doesn't stop to escort him, only expecting him to follow his slow stride. Despite that it can be inferred that he's going somewhere later, right now Kazuha is dressed in comfortable black jinbei.]

I thought you'd be pleased I'm taking an interest in my appearance with how you complain about it.

[Despite the rather frank response, his voice is warm. There's a nice glass teapot waiting for them at the table, and Kazuha pauses to drop in a blossom and pour hot water over it. As the pot fills, the flower unfurls, blooming vibrant and pink inside the pot.]

I'd like to ask your help with my hair as well.