Fox in Human Clothing (Open RP, Grounds)

[serrulata]

Technically, he was looking for Kusuriyuri. Though on a scale of one to distracted, Kurama was enjoying his reclaimed humanity just a bit more than he'd planned on doing. As birthday gifts went, that (aside from the dubious box from Kuronue he hadn't the courage to open yet) had been the best

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[gourmetchairman]

He double took. Kaga was so used to seeing Kurama in his demon body (and was under the impression that that was how he preferred it, not knowing anything about Inari's involvement) that to see him in his human body again was a bit...jarring.

"Er...hello."

[serrulata]

Kurama turned, his smile bright. "Kaga," he greeted. "You're looking well."

[gourmetchairman]

"Yes. So are you. This is a form I haven't seen in a while," he noted.

[serrulata]

He nodded, leaning against one of the tall gatestones with a little flourish. "I had to take a break from being a human for a while," he said. It wasn't precisely accurate - in fact Inari's instructions were to 'remember what being human is like while a demon,' which could be interpreted any number of ways. He'd managed to fulfill at least two of them.

"Now I'm enjoying the luxury again."

[edomedpeddler]

Late summer was a busy time of year for gathering herbs, especially since he'd been called on more than he had been before. Kusuriyuri spent more time on the grounds than he did studying, trying to replenish his stock and get enough for what he was beginning to dread. Some of the herbs he needed were deeper within the forest and he was intent on what he needed and getting around the obstacles in his way.

Boukensha, long disgusted with his servant's lack of attention, had left long before, stalking out of the forest, presumably back to their apartment or one of his other places to hide and play.

[serrulata]

when he finally did sense Kusuriyuri, far within the dense cover of the forest, Kurama grinned wildly to himself, suppressing his and taking to the trees to follow his lover.

Kurama had loads of practice hiding, but Kusuriyuri was always ever so good at finding him. Though admittedly part of that was Kurama always wanted to be found. He slunk among the middle-height branches, catching Kusuriyuri in a clearing where a heavy population of medicinal herbs grew.

He dropped to the ground silently, drawing up behind Kusuriyuri and, with the deftness of a master pickpocket, slid his arms around his lover's waist, not touching enough to notice until he could lean forward and rest his chin on Kusuriyuri's shoulder.

[edomedpeddler]

The blade in Kusuriyuri's hand was between Kurama's eyebrows before the feel of his lover's energy reached him. He turned, curious, confused. This wasn't what he'd gotten used to Kurama feeling like. "Itoshii?" he asked, catching sight of red hair, his hand with the blade remaining where it was, forgotten.

[serrulata]

"Guess I let my enthusiasm get the best of me," Kurama said, managing to keep a nervous quaver to his voice. He didn't move, even though that knife was desperately close to giving him more cranial ventilation than necessary, he trusted Kusuriyuri with it. "Thought I'd surprise you."

[prettypendulum]

Something nagged at him to go down to that little spot of red he could see from the towers window by V's room. Usually his instincts were pretty good, but ever since he started to hang around the humans more, to care for them, he noticed that that gut feeling was less and less instinct and more guilt.

He swooped down, gliding until he landed behind Kurama smoothly. He jogged up to his side. "Did you like it?" he asked, referring to said dubious box he'd given him for his birthday.

[serrulata]

Kurama grinned up (and wow, wasn't THAT the weirdest feeling in the world) at Kuronue. "Haven't had much chance to use any yet, what with one thing and another," he kept his tone light to indicate that work, and not the incident with Karasu, was the reason he'd been distracted. He could see enough guilt in poor Kuronue's eyes already.

"You do know how to make a guy feel appreciated, though," he laughed.

[prettypendulum]

He shrugged. "I give you the same thing every year. No big." Sex toys were all he ever gave anyone other than Kayo and sometimes Yukimura.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. That thing was still nagging him. He sighed. "So uh... we need to talk."

[serrulata]

He was not particularly dreading a conversation with Kuronue, but something in the way he stood, like a kid about to tell his mom he'd accidentally broken that priceless heirloom in the foyer, made him pause.

Kuro wasn't likely acting guilty over the way he'd growled at and accused Kusuriyuri; he may be many things, but Kuronue didn't have that much room for guilt in his head. So, what was it? Something with Jing, maybe? Or something else?

He said nothing, waiting for Kuronue to continue.