( eight months? but it’s been two years from the battle, so … so just what was happening?
tomo looks out on the horizon and he tries to mull it over, to make it make sense. amazing how the dick popsicles aren’t the most perplexing thing today.
slowly, tomo’s hand comes up to gently ruffle at kazuha’s hair. it’s as soft as he remembers it was just a day ago before he saw him the last time. )
You’ve always been as free as the wind. ( said with a touch of a fond smile. he’s always liked that about kazuha, honestly.
tomo blinks at the next part though, realizing he’s getting his scarf wet. )
Yeah? You offering? ( he means his HANDS, not something scandalous. he promises. )
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tomo looks out on the horizon and he tries to mull it over, to make it make sense. amazing how the dick popsicles aren’t the most perplexing thing today.
slowly, tomo’s hand comes up to gently ruffle at kazuha’s hair. it’s as soft as he remembers it was just a day ago before he saw him the last time. )
You’ve always been as free as the wind. ( said with a touch of a fond smile. he’s always liked that about kazuha, honestly.
tomo blinks at the next part though, realizing he’s getting his scarf wet. )
Yeah? You offering? ( he means his HANDS, not something scandalous. he promises. )