here's an excerpt from the most recent part. Aoi's sick and Ishihara cooked him soup (yes Aoi was very shocked to find out Ishihara had it in himself to cook something that was actually edible xDD)In the middle he remembers nursing Souji before he died, in case it's confusing. =3=
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"Oi oi oi what's this?!" Ishihara pointed at the half eaten bowl and cocked his head at Aoi, demanding an answer with his stare. "You know back in the Tokugawa era, if you wouldn't finish the food that was cooked for you, the cook had to commit seppuku out of shame to preserve his honor rather than to live with the fact that his food wasn't good enough for people to lick their plates." This was not true. But it could have been.
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"That's not true...." green eyes pierced through squinted lids adorned with thick, heavy lashes. "....is it?"
"It -could- be. Do you -really- want to find out?" Ishihara's crimson eyes leveled with Souji's green ones and he leaned in so close that their noses almost touched.
The brunette's squinted glare grew sharper, unwavering, but the redhead, too, remained unphazed, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Are you -really- going to perform seppuku right now if I don't finish this?"
"Yes! Yes I will! With this..." Ishihara pushed back and looked around for an instrument to inflict his disembowelment. Anything would do. A letter opener perhaps. Or a... "...teaspoon!" he held the miniscule spoon in his hands perpendicular to his torso in a pre-stabbing position when a pair of cold, damp hands closed over his and soft, dry lips grazed his own.
"I'll eat it."
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Ishihara pushed the bowl back towards the center of the tray table. "Eat."
loooool our posts are getting longer and longer >3
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"Oi oi oi what's this?!" Ishihara pointed at the half eaten bowl and cocked his head at Aoi, demanding an answer with his stare. "You know back in the Tokugawa era, if you wouldn't finish the food that was cooked for you, the cook had to commit seppuku out of shame to preserve his honor rather than to live with the fact that his food wasn't good enough for people to lick their plates." This was not true. But it could have been.
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"That's not true...." green eyes pierced through squinted lids adorned with thick, heavy lashes. "....is it?"
"It -could- be. Do you -really- want to find out?" Ishihara's crimson eyes leveled with Souji's green ones and he leaned in so close that their noses almost touched.
The brunette's squinted glare grew sharper, unwavering, but the redhead, too, remained unphazed, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Are you -really- going to perform seppuku right now if I don't finish this?"
"Yes! Yes I will! With this..." Ishihara pushed back and looked around for an instrument to inflict his disembowelment. Anything would do. A letter opener perhaps. Or a... "...teaspoon!" he held the miniscule spoon in his hands perpendicular to his torso in a pre-stabbing position when a pair of cold, damp hands closed over his and soft, dry lips grazed his own.
"I'll eat it."
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Ishihara pushed the bowl back towards the center of the tray table. "Eat."
loooool our posts are getting longer and longer >3