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[malaisetrap]

WHO: Ritsuka (be_loveless), Soubi (malaisetrap), and any of Ritsuka's housemates that would like to join in (namely, Hokuto! (thebearstars)
WHAT: Japanese Lessons
WHERE:  Ritsuka's room in Hokuto's house.
WHEN: Day 78, in the evening

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[be_loveless]

"Okay, fine. If you say so," Ritsuka mumbled as Soubi's hand touched his hair. He couldn't help but give him a suspicious look, yet he didn't pull away. He could tell there was something wrong with Soubi even though he smiled like that. Still, Ritsuka doubted he would get an honest response out of Soubi even if he did ask.

"I've heard of it. I never had a chance to read it, though." Ritsuka scooted closer again so that he'd be able to see the book while Soubi read. He was supposed to be improving his Japanese and he thought seeing the words might help him. So, Ritsuka focused his attention on the book, for the moment, using it as a distraction.

[OOC: New comment, to prevent crowding. Also, sorry for responding so slowly. ;;;]

[malaisetrap]

So he began. He read slowly, enunciating each word precisely and pausing when the boy asked for clarification on a word or phrase. Contrary to any ideas of what might have conspired in place of this lesson, he was a good teacher.

Soubi's voice became firm, rumbling low in his chest and ringing true in his throat as the words filtered from between his teeth, that hand that had been around Ritsuka's hair moving slowly to his arm, slowly around his shoulders, then around his waist.

It was in this gesture that Soubi assured the boy, at last in the physical form, that he was safe against the world here. Here, against Soubi's lithe yet muscled form, the blond man would battle until the last threads of his life to keep the younger boy from feeling pain, from being harmed.

Soubi would keep Ritsuka out of the dark they had both been living in, thrusting his towards the light and warmth of the sun.

[OOC: Don't worry! ♥ As long as I get to play with you, it's all good!ALSO-- you just won my heart FOREVER because I hatehatehatehate right

[be_loveless]

Ritsuka watched the page as Soubi read and he focused on trying to match up the characters with the words Soubi was speaking. Occasionally, he stopped Soubi to ask him questions, but for the most part he just thought it through on his own. However, eventually he found that he'd become so fixated on the sound of Soubi's voice that he had stopped trying to read the words altogether. Instead, he just stared, unseeing, at the book while Soubi's words washed over him

[malaisetrap]

His hand did not shift from the boy's side, they did not stir. His palm was warm and broad, covering almost the entirety of his young, undeveloped hip. He merely held him there, the way a parent might hold their child (well, perhaps a bit more possessive), and read. It was only until his voice began to dry, half way through the story, did Soubi even realise how much time had passed. He glanced outside, listened to the relative silence of the streets, and blinked.

He paused then, feeling his heart wrench, wanting anything but to leave this warm, yellow tinged haven, but understanding that more than an hour, maybe two, had passed. His Ritsuka needed to sleep.

"Ritsuka.." His voice was soft, head tilted down and towards the boy, lips practically brushing against his brow. "It's gotten very late."

[be_loveless]

Ritsuka mumbled senselessly and rubbed his cheek against Soubi's arm in a sleepy daze. Sometime during the last hour he'd fallen asleep and missed a good portion of the story. However, the feeling of Soubi's lips on his brow earned another sleepy mumble and his tail flicked a few times, but he didn't seem to understand what Soubi said. He yawned, then dozed off again with his chin nearly touching his chest.

Normally, Ritsuka wouldn't be so unguarded with an adult, but if only a little, he has decided to trust Soubi. However, now that he was asleep, he couldn't listen to hear if anyone was approaching his door. Even awake he hadn't put too much thought into the fact that this was someone else's house. He'd grown used to sneaking around like this while living with his mother.