[Amber: 002]

[hakanai]

[A few conversations he's had lately have inspired this amber 'post' from Yoshitsugu. He's currently laying down on his bed in the room he shares with a myriad of interesting souls, face-up and holding the amber piece above his head so it can show his face (well, what little of it that is visible).]

The wish to return to your homes is normal, but it is frankly stupid to reject the opportunities for growth you can find here. Accepting them might not hinder you efforts, it might indeed help them, and the personal experiences may prove fruitful and useful for your future... whatever that future might hold.

[As is typical for him, however, he can't help but add something of a dark tease at the end; nothing about his tone suggests it is anything but serious. It probably doesn't take much thought to work out Yoshitsugu's attempt at humour unless you're exceptionally naive, though.]

Of course, it may be unwise to listen to the words of a ghost. Who knows how he might lead you astray?

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[handtowels]

[Only Yoshitsugu could want to be insulted in the breath after their first kiss. Takatora grins as he rolls his eyes, before he tries to shake off Yoshitsugu's hand. His poor hair.]

Idiot. Stop that!

[And since he can, Takatora stalls any further commentary by kissing Yoshitsugu again, this time for longer than the first.]

[hakanai]

[As if Yoshitsugu would stop simply because he was told to; even as his eyes close, even as he presses into that kiss, his free hand pushes back into Takatora's hair and ruffles it rather vigorously.]

[Truthfully it's an indulgence. The aspect that makes it a game is very much secondary to learning new, tender things about his friend; if anybody had been looking in on this without knowing both of them very well they would probably have doubted the use of the word 'tender,' but it was accurate.]

[They just did things their own way, and so it was with this.]

[handtowels]

[Takatora huffs at Yoshitsugu in between kisses, as he catches his breath, but it seems that he doesn't care enough about the mess his hair had been made into to give up this. The feel of Yoshitsugu's lips under his own is addictive; the closest thing to revenge he'll get is leaving Yoshitsugu's mouth kiss-swollen.]

[hakanai]

[It's a good job that Takatora doesn't care; his hair certainly isn't going to be very spiky after this. Yoshitsugu's hand only stills once every part has been mussed in some way, and when that moment comes he cups the back of Takatora's head instead.]

[There is quiet laughter in response to that huff, though it is more likely to be felt in the slight shake of his body than heard.]

[Yoshitsugu has not, in fact, kissed anyone before this day. How could he when there was always the condition that the facecloth remain on? But it's safe to guess that gripping on makes deeper kisses that little bit easier, and besides, the learning part is sure to be interesting all on its own.]