Cherries. Chap 7. Ruki/Uruha
Title : Cherries
Chap : 7/?
Author : gazerotica
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : romance, fluff, angst, drama
Rating : PG for this one
Warning : swearing, implied manxman relationship
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination.
Summary : Uruha thought he was straight until he started having some disturbing thoughts about his band mate.
Note : This chap was really difficult to write, it’s a bit of a filler but I had to position the characters for the progression of their relationship to work, while keeping true to their natures, and I’m still not entirely happy with it, so crit is more than welcome.
The next day was Friday and involved another trip to the gym for Uruha and Ruki. Uruha was waiting outside his apartment block, calmly smoking a cigarette as Ruki pulled up in the company car. He ground the butt with his heel and climbed into the back seat next to the vocalist, who was buried deep in a huge fluffy sweater, his eyes hidden behind his new sunglasses. Uruha chuckled at his band mate, Ruki hated early mornings more than anyone he knew, yet he couldn’t help but smile at his extravagant sulk. However, this did fit in with his game plan for the morning: he could maintain his distance comfortably if the vocalist also didn’t want to talk, so he happily left Ruki to himself and gazed out of the window for the duration of the journey to the gym.
In the changing room Uruha decide to give Ruki a taste of his own medicine, taking his time undressing, moving his body deliberately the better to display his long legs for Ruki’s benefit. Bending over and wiggling his hips as he slipped off his jeans, casually stroking his hands up his thighs as he pulled on his shorts, all the time with his back to Ruki, trying to make his evasion look like a natural part of changing, not daring to turn and look him in the eye. He knew the vocalist was watching him, could feel his stare like a physical touch on his back but he couldn’t risk it. His control was already so tenuous that if he looked into those chocolate eyes he’d be lost: one look could send him over the edge, his willpower crumbling and his carefully made plans in ruins.
Ruki, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying the show Uruha was putting on, not once doubting that the guitarist had some ulterior motive for his strange behaviour but content to see where it would lead to next. He’d woken with a headache after a largely sleepless night spent wondering what had prompted the guitarist’s gift and his calculated sensual assault on the roof, to then be followed by his casual dismissal of the vocalist after rehearsal, well, it just didn’t make sense and it had him puzzled. Watching the carefully choreographed strip tease was cheering Ruki up enormously though, making the vocalist feel pleasantly hot, a sly smirk settling on his lips.
‘I feel like doing some weight training today.’ Uruha announced while they were stretching, the first full sentence he’d spoken that morning. ‘What do you think, Ruki-kun?’ he flashed the vocalist a brilliant smile but Ruki noted that he failed to make eye-contact while doing so.
‘Sure, Uru-chan,’ he answered, a sneaky grin on his face as he sidled up to the guitarist and placed a hand on his arm, lightly stroking the skin with his fingertips, causing Uruha’s eyes to widen in surprise and his breath to hitch alarmingly. The playful shorter man leant into the guitarist’s chest, looking up at him with an artfully innocent expression.
‘But you’ll have to show me what to do.’ he breathed and, with that, sauntered to the other side of the gym, hips swaying seductively, Uruha following, trying to control the blush burning his cheeks and the way his heart was hammering fit to burst in his chest.
Damn Ruki! He was supposed to be the one falling for Uruha, not the other way round. Take control, keep calm, Uruha repeated the words over and over like a mantra.
Schooling his features into a pleasantly blank expression Uruha came up behind the vocalist, placing his hands on the shorter man’s shoulders and squeezing gently, pulling him back to rest lightly against his chest as he did so. Two can play at this game, he thought, smiling as the vocalist relaxed against him with a sigh.
‘Top or bottom first?’
Ruki broke away suddenly, laughing aloud at the question, his body contorting with unrepressed amusement, eventually having to hold onto one of the machines to support himself as he collapsed in a fit of giggles.
Uruha blushed to his roots at Ruki’s reaction to his obvious double entendre, this was not going to plan at all. Shaking with embarrassment and frustration he chose a machine at random and set about working on his arms and chest, his eyes firmly fixed on the wall opposite, his lips set in an angry pout. The still snickering vocalist sat down at the machine next to him, making a big show of wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, bursting into a fresh wave of giggles every now and then.
It took some time for Ruki’s laughter to subside but Uruha still wouldn’t look at him. He could feel the vocalist regarding him with intense scrutiny as he idly played with the levers and pulleys of his machine but he made no move to approach Uruha or begin to speak. Swallowing hard, Uruha continued with the exercise, his arm muscles flexing with each movement of the machine, concentrating hard on his breathing, his eyes unmoving from their spot on the wall, determined to make no sign that he was aware of the other’s gaze. After a few more minutes of being ignored Uruha heard Ruki sigh and move away from his side.
When his curiosity threatened to overwhelm him he risked a glance only to find no sight of the vocalist anywhere. Confused, he moved to another machine but the other man had still not reappeared ten minutes later, and Uruha began to feel concerned. Moving through the various rooms of the gym concern changed to annoyance, Ruki was nowhere to be found. This was not how Uruha had envisioned the morning: the little pest had completely ruined his plans.
Well, fuck him, he thought, returning to the machine room to give himself a thorough, frustration-fueled workout.
Stepping into the changing rooms some time later Uruha was surprised to find the vocalist towelling his hair, naked but for a towel round his waist, his body glistening damply.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Uruha’s fury at the smaller man’s avoidance tactics adding a bite to his words he hadn’t intended.
Ruki looked at him placidly and shrugged.
‘I decided to use the steam room. You weren’t being any fun today.’
‘Fun?’ Uruha’s anger and frustration hit boiling point. ‘That’s it! I’ve had enough of your fucking games, Ruki. Just leave me out of it from now on. Do you hear me? No more!’ and with that he slammed into a shower cubicle, uncaring that he’d left the vocalist standing there, wide-eyed and stunned.
His head under the running water, Uruha tried to bring his breathing and wildly beating heart under control. He knew he shouldn’t have exploded at Ruki but it was too late to change that. It was his own frustration that had led him to do it. He’d really hoped to move on to Step 3 of his plan today - tease Ruki til he begged for mercy. That had been the plan but Ruki’s natural tendencies for winding people up had made it impossible and Uruha was more than annoyed with himself that he hadn’t been able to turn the situation to his advantage.
He’d just have to continue with Step 2 for a little while longer, after all keeping a distance between them when he was obviously angry with the vocalist wouldn’t be difficult at all. And maybe it would prove more effective in the end. Ruki hated confrontation, hated the feeling he’d upset or angered someone. He’d be feeling guilty right now and he’d have to chase after Uruha to make it up to him. Not that Uruha was going to make that task easy for the vocalist. He smiled evilly to himself, maybe this hadn’t been such a wasted morning after all.
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Ignoring Ruki during the car ride to the rehearsal studio had been more difficult than Uruha had anticipated. The petite vocalist had been in an obvious state of guilt-induced anxiety, constantly fidgeting in his seat, gnawing at his bottom lip as he cast desperate glances at the unmoving guitarist. Several times he’d tried to start a conversation but Uruha had kept his face resolutely turned away. He felt bad for making Ruki feel so uncomfortable. He wanted to turn round, wrap his arms around the small man and reassure him that everything was OK but, fuck it, he really was angry with him at the same time and he deserved to squirm for a while.
He continued to give him the silent treatment at rehearsal, earning a glowering look from Kai when Ruki had tentatively reached out to touch Uruha’s arm and he’d snatched it away with a snarl, the vocalist backing away at the force of the reaction, biting into his own fist, his eyes filmed with hurt, humiliated by so public a rejection. Shuffling back to his place at the mic, they continued into another song but Ruki hit one bum note after another, until, with a stifled whimper, he ran from the room.
Kai glared at Uruha and motioned the guitarist to follow him into the corridor, turning to face him with a savagery Uruha had rarely seen in their gentle drummer.
‘I don’t know what happened and I don’t want to know,’ he declared, ‘But you have to sort this out and now.’
‘Honestly, Kai, I …’
‘Don’t, Uruha. No excuses. There’s obviously something going on with the two of you.’ He ran his hand through his hair, utterly exhausted, his exasperation with his band mates’ behaviour just another problem to be dealt with in a long, never-ending list. ‘Just deal with it, and don’t come back until you do.’
Having searched the break rooms, the bathrooms and various offices, store closets and kitchens with no success, a sudden inspiration hit Uruha and he headed up to the roof. His hunch proved correct, Ruki was standing, shoulders slumped, at the parapet, and Uruha’s heart tightened painfully in his chest that he had caused the vocalist such upset. He moved quickly to Ruki’s side and took the small man in his arms. Ruki tensed for a second before pivoting and burying his face in Uruha’s chest, his whole body shaking with sobs.
‘I’m sorry, Ruki. I’m so sorry. It’s OK. Don’t cry, baby.’ Uruha murmured into the small man’s hair, soothing him with gentle caresses until his cries lessened. He pulled him down to the roof’s floor so they were sitting with Uruha’s back to the parapet, Ruki curled up between his legs, his face still hidden in Uruha’s now damp shirt, Uruha rocking him gently, his arms tight around the small frame.
‘I don’t understand you, Uruha.’ Ruki hiccupped between sobs, ‘I thought I knew you but you were so cold, so angry with me. What did I do wrong, Uru-chan?’ he raised his wide, wet eyes to look at the guitarist, his face painted with his sorrow, his lips trembling in doubt and insecurity.
‘I’m sorry, Ruki-kun, it’s my fault.’ Uruha sighed, he needed to find the words to explain himself so that Ruki would understand but not hate him. This was going to be difficult: words were not this thing, expressing emotions even less so. ‘When I realised I liked you I was shocked. I’ve never felt like this for another man before. To be honest, Ruki, I’ve never felt like this at all.’ He kissed the vocalist’s brow lightly, hugging him closer before continuing. ‘I’ve been acting like an idiot. I wanted you, but I didn’t know what to do about it, and you’re such a fucking prick-tease, Ru!’
Ruki chuckled, shrugging his shoulders slightly but not bothering to deny the accusation, making Uruha laugh.
‘Look, Ruki, don’t take this the wrong way, I know you said you liked me and you wanted to take it slow but I was confused. It kinda seemed like you were just playing me, you know, and I guess I was upset that, well, I felt like you rejected me.’
‘Uruha, you’re an idiot! You know that don’t you?’ Uruha felt so good to see Ruki smiling up at him, for the first time in days he felt reassured that this was all going to turn out right. Swallowing, he decided to tell Ruki about the plan. The little man listened open-mouthed, emotions racing over his face, shock, amusement, disbelief, annoyance, settling finally on incredulity.
‘You see? That’s why I was so angry today. I’m really sorry, Ruki-kun, I’ve handled this badly.’
Ruki reached up to stroke Uruha’s cheek, his eyes soft and dark, studying the guitarist’s face as Uruha tried unsuccessfully to avoid his look, feeling sick to his stomach with guilt.
‘I’m flattered.’
‘What? Why?’ That was not what he’d expected at all. ‘I behaved really badly towards you today, Ruki. I…’
‘Shh!’ a gentle finger on his lips, the touch igniting a fire in Uruha’s loins. ‘I’m flattered that you think I’m worth so much trouble, Uru-chan.’ He giggled softly as he traced the outline of the tall blonde’s mouth, ‘It might have made more sense for you to try and talk to me, but I forgive you.’
His free hand curled up around the back of Uruha’s neck, applying a gentle pressure to bring him down into a kiss. Their lips met softly, moving against each other with feathery touches, each man seemingly unwilling or too wary to demand more too quickly. Such restraint couldn’t last for long however, Uruha’s blood was aflame with longing and patience had never been his strong point. He pressed harder against Ruki’s lips, sucking at the lower lip, sliding his tongue forward demanding entrance which was readily given, Ruki opening his mouth to him with a low moan, his hands grabbing Uruha’s hair, dragging him closer still. Pulling back Uruha ran his tongue up Ruki’s jaw, lapping at the soft skin of his neck, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh, feeling the vocalist shiver against him.
‘I want you Ruki.’ He breathed, his voice heavy and constricted with desire, ‘I don’t want to wait any more.’
Ruki moved to look up at Uruha, a small frown creasing his forehead, his bottom lip being nervously worried by his teeth. He looked unsure for a moment but then, seemingly came to a decision and nodded.
A/N : and we all know where this is going....
Previous chaps : (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
Chap : 7/?
Author : gazerotica
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : romance, fluff, angst, drama
Rating : PG for this one
Warning : swearing, implied manxman relationship
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination.
Summary : Uruha thought he was straight until he started having some disturbing thoughts about his band mate.
Note : This chap was really difficult to write, it’s a bit of a filler but I had to position the characters for the progression of their relationship to work, while keeping true to their natures, and I’m still not entirely happy with it, so crit is more than welcome.
The next day was Friday and involved another trip to the gym for Uruha and Ruki. Uruha was waiting outside his apartment block, calmly smoking a cigarette as Ruki pulled up in the company car. He ground the butt with his heel and climbed into the back seat next to the vocalist, who was buried deep in a huge fluffy sweater, his eyes hidden behind his new sunglasses. Uruha chuckled at his band mate, Ruki hated early mornings more than anyone he knew, yet he couldn’t help but smile at his extravagant sulk. However, this did fit in with his game plan for the morning: he could maintain his distance comfortably if the vocalist also didn’t want to talk, so he happily left Ruki to himself and gazed out of the window for the duration of the journey to the gym.
In the changing room Uruha decide to give Ruki a taste of his own medicine, taking his time undressing, moving his body deliberately the better to display his long legs for Ruki’s benefit. Bending over and wiggling his hips as he slipped off his jeans, casually stroking his hands up his thighs as he pulled on his shorts, all the time with his back to Ruki, trying to make his evasion look like a natural part of changing, not daring to turn and look him in the eye. He knew the vocalist was watching him, could feel his stare like a physical touch on his back but he couldn’t risk it. His control was already so tenuous that if he looked into those chocolate eyes he’d be lost: one look could send him over the edge, his willpower crumbling and his carefully made plans in ruins.
Ruki, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying the show Uruha was putting on, not once doubting that the guitarist had some ulterior motive for his strange behaviour but content to see where it would lead to next. He’d woken with a headache after a largely sleepless night spent wondering what had prompted the guitarist’s gift and his calculated sensual assault on the roof, to then be followed by his casual dismissal of the vocalist after rehearsal, well, it just didn’t make sense and it had him puzzled. Watching the carefully choreographed strip tease was cheering Ruki up enormously though, making the vocalist feel pleasantly hot, a sly smirk settling on his lips.
‘I feel like doing some weight training today.’ Uruha announced while they were stretching, the first full sentence he’d spoken that morning. ‘What do you think, Ruki-kun?’ he flashed the vocalist a brilliant smile but Ruki noted that he failed to make eye-contact while doing so.
‘Sure, Uru-chan,’ he answered, a sneaky grin on his face as he sidled up to the guitarist and placed a hand on his arm, lightly stroking the skin with his fingertips, causing Uruha’s eyes to widen in surprise and his breath to hitch alarmingly. The playful shorter man leant into the guitarist’s chest, looking up at him with an artfully innocent expression.
‘But you’ll have to show me what to do.’ he breathed and, with that, sauntered to the other side of the gym, hips swaying seductively, Uruha following, trying to control the blush burning his cheeks and the way his heart was hammering fit to burst in his chest.
Damn Ruki! He was supposed to be the one falling for Uruha, not the other way round. Take control, keep calm, Uruha repeated the words over and over like a mantra.
Schooling his features into a pleasantly blank expression Uruha came up behind the vocalist, placing his hands on the shorter man’s shoulders and squeezing gently, pulling him back to rest lightly against his chest as he did so. Two can play at this game, he thought, smiling as the vocalist relaxed against him with a sigh.
‘Top or bottom first?’
Ruki broke away suddenly, laughing aloud at the question, his body contorting with unrepressed amusement, eventually having to hold onto one of the machines to support himself as he collapsed in a fit of giggles.
Uruha blushed to his roots at Ruki’s reaction to his obvious double entendre, this was not going to plan at all. Shaking with embarrassment and frustration he chose a machine at random and set about working on his arms and chest, his eyes firmly fixed on the wall opposite, his lips set in an angry pout. The still snickering vocalist sat down at the machine next to him, making a big show of wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, bursting into a fresh wave of giggles every now and then.
It took some time for Ruki’s laughter to subside but Uruha still wouldn’t look at him. He could feel the vocalist regarding him with intense scrutiny as he idly played with the levers and pulleys of his machine but he made no move to approach Uruha or begin to speak. Swallowing hard, Uruha continued with the exercise, his arm muscles flexing with each movement of the machine, concentrating hard on his breathing, his eyes unmoving from their spot on the wall, determined to make no sign that he was aware of the other’s gaze. After a few more minutes of being ignored Uruha heard Ruki sigh and move away from his side.
When his curiosity threatened to overwhelm him he risked a glance only to find no sight of the vocalist anywhere. Confused, he moved to another machine but the other man had still not reappeared ten minutes later, and Uruha began to feel concerned. Moving through the various rooms of the gym concern changed to annoyance, Ruki was nowhere to be found. This was not how Uruha had envisioned the morning: the little pest had completely ruined his plans.
Well, fuck him, he thought, returning to the machine room to give himself a thorough, frustration-fueled workout.
Stepping into the changing rooms some time later Uruha was surprised to find the vocalist towelling his hair, naked but for a towel round his waist, his body glistening damply.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Uruha’s fury at the smaller man’s avoidance tactics adding a bite to his words he hadn’t intended.
Ruki looked at him placidly and shrugged.
‘I decided to use the steam room. You weren’t being any fun today.’
‘Fun?’ Uruha’s anger and frustration hit boiling point. ‘That’s it! I’ve had enough of your fucking games, Ruki. Just leave me out of it from now on. Do you hear me? No more!’ and with that he slammed into a shower cubicle, uncaring that he’d left the vocalist standing there, wide-eyed and stunned.
His head under the running water, Uruha tried to bring his breathing and wildly beating heart under control. He knew he shouldn’t have exploded at Ruki but it was too late to change that. It was his own frustration that had led him to do it. He’d really hoped to move on to Step 3 of his plan today - tease Ruki til he begged for mercy. That had been the plan but Ruki’s natural tendencies for winding people up had made it impossible and Uruha was more than annoyed with himself that he hadn’t been able to turn the situation to his advantage.
He’d just have to continue with Step 2 for a little while longer, after all keeping a distance between them when he was obviously angry with the vocalist wouldn’t be difficult at all. And maybe it would prove more effective in the end. Ruki hated confrontation, hated the feeling he’d upset or angered someone. He’d be feeling guilty right now and he’d have to chase after Uruha to make it up to him. Not that Uruha was going to make that task easy for the vocalist. He smiled evilly to himself, maybe this hadn’t been such a wasted morning after all.
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Ignoring Ruki during the car ride to the rehearsal studio had been more difficult than Uruha had anticipated. The petite vocalist had been in an obvious state of guilt-induced anxiety, constantly fidgeting in his seat, gnawing at his bottom lip as he cast desperate glances at the unmoving guitarist. Several times he’d tried to start a conversation but Uruha had kept his face resolutely turned away. He felt bad for making Ruki feel so uncomfortable. He wanted to turn round, wrap his arms around the small man and reassure him that everything was OK but, fuck it, he really was angry with him at the same time and he deserved to squirm for a while.
He continued to give him the silent treatment at rehearsal, earning a glowering look from Kai when Ruki had tentatively reached out to touch Uruha’s arm and he’d snatched it away with a snarl, the vocalist backing away at the force of the reaction, biting into his own fist, his eyes filmed with hurt, humiliated by so public a rejection. Shuffling back to his place at the mic, they continued into another song but Ruki hit one bum note after another, until, with a stifled whimper, he ran from the room.
Kai glared at Uruha and motioned the guitarist to follow him into the corridor, turning to face him with a savagery Uruha had rarely seen in their gentle drummer.
‘I don’t know what happened and I don’t want to know,’ he declared, ‘But you have to sort this out and now.’
‘Honestly, Kai, I …’
‘Don’t, Uruha. No excuses. There’s obviously something going on with the two of you.’ He ran his hand through his hair, utterly exhausted, his exasperation with his band mates’ behaviour just another problem to be dealt with in a long, never-ending list. ‘Just deal with it, and don’t come back until you do.’
Having searched the break rooms, the bathrooms and various offices, store closets and kitchens with no success, a sudden inspiration hit Uruha and he headed up to the roof. His hunch proved correct, Ruki was standing, shoulders slumped, at the parapet, and Uruha’s heart tightened painfully in his chest that he had caused the vocalist such upset. He moved quickly to Ruki’s side and took the small man in his arms. Ruki tensed for a second before pivoting and burying his face in Uruha’s chest, his whole body shaking with sobs.
‘I’m sorry, Ruki. I’m so sorry. It’s OK. Don’t cry, baby.’ Uruha murmured into the small man’s hair, soothing him with gentle caresses until his cries lessened. He pulled him down to the roof’s floor so they were sitting with Uruha’s back to the parapet, Ruki curled up between his legs, his face still hidden in Uruha’s now damp shirt, Uruha rocking him gently, his arms tight around the small frame.
‘I don’t understand you, Uruha.’ Ruki hiccupped between sobs, ‘I thought I knew you but you were so cold, so angry with me. What did I do wrong, Uru-chan?’ he raised his wide, wet eyes to look at the guitarist, his face painted with his sorrow, his lips trembling in doubt and insecurity.
‘I’m sorry, Ruki-kun, it’s my fault.’ Uruha sighed, he needed to find the words to explain himself so that Ruki would understand but not hate him. This was going to be difficult: words were not this thing, expressing emotions even less so. ‘When I realised I liked you I was shocked. I’ve never felt like this for another man before. To be honest, Ruki, I’ve never felt like this at all.’ He kissed the vocalist’s brow lightly, hugging him closer before continuing. ‘I’ve been acting like an idiot. I wanted you, but I didn’t know what to do about it, and you’re such a fucking prick-tease, Ru!’
Ruki chuckled, shrugging his shoulders slightly but not bothering to deny the accusation, making Uruha laugh.
‘Look, Ruki, don’t take this the wrong way, I know you said you liked me and you wanted to take it slow but I was confused. It kinda seemed like you were just playing me, you know, and I guess I was upset that, well, I felt like you rejected me.’
‘Uruha, you’re an idiot! You know that don’t you?’ Uruha felt so good to see Ruki smiling up at him, for the first time in days he felt reassured that this was all going to turn out right. Swallowing, he decided to tell Ruki about the plan. The little man listened open-mouthed, emotions racing over his face, shock, amusement, disbelief, annoyance, settling finally on incredulity.
‘You see? That’s why I was so angry today. I’m really sorry, Ruki-kun, I’ve handled this badly.’
Ruki reached up to stroke Uruha’s cheek, his eyes soft and dark, studying the guitarist’s face as Uruha tried unsuccessfully to avoid his look, feeling sick to his stomach with guilt.
‘I’m flattered.’
‘What? Why?’ That was not what he’d expected at all. ‘I behaved really badly towards you today, Ruki. I…’
‘Shh!’ a gentle finger on his lips, the touch igniting a fire in Uruha’s loins. ‘I’m flattered that you think I’m worth so much trouble, Uru-chan.’ He giggled softly as he traced the outline of the tall blonde’s mouth, ‘It might have made more sense for you to try and talk to me, but I forgive you.’
His free hand curled up around the back of Uruha’s neck, applying a gentle pressure to bring him down into a kiss. Their lips met softly, moving against each other with feathery touches, each man seemingly unwilling or too wary to demand more too quickly. Such restraint couldn’t last for long however, Uruha’s blood was aflame with longing and patience had never been his strong point. He pressed harder against Ruki’s lips, sucking at the lower lip, sliding his tongue forward demanding entrance which was readily given, Ruki opening his mouth to him with a low moan, his hands grabbing Uruha’s hair, dragging him closer still. Pulling back Uruha ran his tongue up Ruki’s jaw, lapping at the soft skin of his neck, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh, feeling the vocalist shiver against him.
‘I want you Ruki.’ He breathed, his voice heavy and constricted with desire, ‘I don’t want to wait any more.’
Ruki moved to look up at Uruha, a small frown creasing his forehead, his bottom lip being nervously worried by his teeth. He looked unsure for a moment but then, seemingly came to a decision and nodded.
A/N : and we all know where this is going....
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