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Mmph. Apologies for the spamming. Now that I have a journal I can't seem to not post on it.
Going to bed, if I can. Been up since 4 or so.
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"Soubi!" Ritsuka's voice was half-laugh and half-sob. He squeezed Soubi tight around the waist as if he was afraid Soubi might disappear if he didn't hold on with a death grip. "My beautiful Soubi," he said with a tenderness that made Soubi's heart ache and laugh at the same time.
Reluctantly, Soubi gently coaxed Ritsuka to loosen his hold, bribing him with a bit of candied ginger root before returning back to his cooking. He chose the onions to chop next, needing something to hide his tears. He was fairly sure that Ritsuka knew what he was doing but he didn't push Soubi, just petted his hand once down Soubi's hair then moved away.
Going to bed, if I can. Been up since 4 or so.
Here's a cookie:
"Soubi!" Ritsuka's voice was half-laugh and half-sob. He squeezed Soubi tight around the waist as if he was afraid Soubi might disappear if he didn't hold on with a death grip. "My beautiful Soubi," he said with a tenderness that made Soubi's heart ache and laugh at the same time.
Reluctantly, Soubi gently coaxed Ritsuka to loosen his hold, bribing him with a bit of candied ginger root before returning back to his cooking. He chose the onions to chop next, needing something to hide his tears. He was fairly sure that Ritsuka knew what he was doing but he didn't push Soubi, just petted his hand once down Soubi's hair then moved away.