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Kurogane is looking at the ceiling. He's been doing this for quite some time. Yet if you got him to look away, he would have no idea how many cracks there are, how big the dents are, or even remember that he'd been looking at a ceiling. (He could, however, tell you the colour: he remembers having to repaint it after That Unpleasant Episode.) He has been using the time far more fruitfully to fully appreciate the texture, the scent, the appearance, of Fai's hair.
He remembers child Fai. If they had had a child, would he or she have had Fai's glistening golden locks, or his own black spikes? Would she or he have had a combination of the two? Would long hair be forbidden, boy or girl? What would he or she be like? What, he realises, he's forgotten to really ask Fai before, is would they name their children?
"Fai," he says, releasing strands of Fai's hair from the prison of his fingers. "What names do you like? For kids?"
He remembers child Fai. If they had had a child, would he or she have had Fai's glistening golden locks, or his own black spikes? Would she or he have had a combination of the two? Would long hair be forbidden, boy or girl? What would he or she be like? What, he realises, he's forgotten to really ask Fai before, is would they name their children?
"Fai," he says, releasing strands of Fai's hair from the prison of his fingers. "What names do you like? For kids?"