[ Mikazuki had expected a reaction, but certainly nothing like this one.
It takes him a moment to register, what with the hand suddenly coming up and cupping his own. He could feel the additional warmth, and it soothes him into complete relaxation. There was something about this closeness, this complete and utter lack of space, that made his heart nearly skip a beat. It was brief- just a little flutter of a moment- but just hearing the words being spoken inside of his palm... those words that were low and direct... well, Mikazuki could have fallen to his knees at that point.
Kogitsunemaru's voice certainly had quite an effect on him. Whether they were simply shooting the breeze, or a moment like this.... why, he could feel his legs wanting to give way with every rumble of a syllable.
He suppressed the feeling with yet another soft chuckle though, this one coming off much lighter than the one before. Everything was just so simple, so perfect. It was almost as if time had completely come to a stand still. There was only two people in the entire world right now- and one of them just so happened to be looking right at him.
He allows his hand to be taken off of the fox's cheek, but Mikazuki doesn't want the moment to stop- he doesn't want this magic he feels to go away just yet. ]
I thank you. Please, do take good care of me. [ Was he ever talking about the food anymore? Were they even in a kitchen? Everything about him seem to fade away and the only thing this old sword could focus on was the burning in the other's eyes. How fondly his lips curled, or even the lines of his jaw. Everything was so perfect, it was if he was gazing upon a prized jewel.
And so, with fingers intertwined ever so gently, Mikazuki sought to claim that precious jewel. He stepped closer at this point, thanking the gods that his hakama was concealing the small tremble in his legs before closing in the distance between them. His body is close, much closer than it was before, and is nearly centimeters from Kogitsunemaru's bare chest.
But he stops. He's not touching. He's simply hovering.
That was until softly, slowly, the man presses his toes against the ground, giving him a tiny leverage of height as his neck arches. Slowly, gracefully, placing one sweet kiss to the fox's cheek where the rice had been just moments ago. So close, so dangerously close. ]
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It takes him a moment to register, what with the hand suddenly coming up and cupping his own. He could feel the additional warmth, and it soothes him into complete relaxation. There was something about this closeness, this complete and utter lack of space, that made his heart nearly skip a beat. It was brief- just a little flutter of a moment- but just hearing the words being spoken inside of his palm... those words that were low and direct... well, Mikazuki could have fallen to his knees at that point.
Kogitsunemaru's voice certainly had quite an effect on him. Whether they were simply shooting the breeze, or a moment like this.... why, he could feel his legs wanting to give way with every rumble of a syllable.
He suppressed the feeling with yet another soft chuckle though, this one coming off much lighter than the one before. Everything was just so simple, so perfect. It was almost as if time had completely come to a stand still. There was only two people in the entire world right now- and one of them just so happened to be looking right at him.
He allows his hand to be taken off of the fox's cheek, but Mikazuki doesn't want the moment to stop- he doesn't want this magic he feels to go away just yet. ]
I thank you. Please, do take good care of me. [ Was he ever talking about the food anymore? Were they even in a kitchen? Everything about him seem to fade away and the only thing this old sword could focus on was the burning in the other's eyes. How fondly his lips curled, or even the lines of his jaw. Everything was so perfect, it was if he was gazing upon a prized jewel.
And so, with fingers intertwined ever so gently, Mikazuki sought to claim that precious jewel. He stepped closer at this point, thanking the gods that his hakama was concealing the small tremble in his legs before closing in the distance between them. His body is close, much closer than it was before, and is nearly centimeters from Kogitsunemaru's bare chest.
But he stops. He's not touching. He's simply hovering.
That was until softly, slowly, the man presses his toes against the ground, giving him a tiny leverage of height as his neck arches. Slowly, gracefully, placing one sweet kiss to the fox's cheek where the rice had been just moments ago. So close, so dangerously close. ]
... A gift of gratitude.