[The expected path, one that can potentially bring Takatora both pain and happiness in the future. Yoshitsugu is content to melt into his friend's choice, that soft press of lips against his own that he's thought about often before, while knowing and accepting this.]
[Really, for all that Yoshitsugu is quick to throw the term Takatora's way, they're both hopeless idiots.]
[Afterwards he hums softly and touches Takatora's bottom lip with a finger of his free hand, obviously quite happy to do so and without hesitating to think about it. Shyness is not something Yoshitsugu has ever known, but that's fine; Takatora possesses enough for the both of them.]
It means you have terrible taste. [He says, quietly happy.] And a lot less sense in your head than I thought.
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[Really, for all that Yoshitsugu is quick to throw the term Takatora's way, they're both hopeless idiots.]
[Afterwards he hums softly and touches Takatora's bottom lip with a finger of his free hand, obviously quite happy to do so and without hesitating to think about it. Shyness is not something Yoshitsugu has ever known, but that's fine; Takatora possesses enough for the both of them.]
It means you have terrible taste. [He says, quietly happy.] And a lot less sense in your head than I thought.