I... do? [Closed]
Characters: Izuru Kira, Gin Ichimaru
Content: A... proposal?
Setting: Gin's quarters
Time: Backdated to Lunasa, just after this thread
Warnings: At the very least, some heavy innuendo. nngh sorry to take so long getting this up.
You know where it goes, don't you? Fourth finger, left hand.
No matter how many times he replayed the messages, they never changed. Now, the words were burned into Izuru's mind, an inescapable proclamation of what the future held for him.
"I don't know what to expect from him. Or if he's even serious," the young man confided in the kitten curled up on the desk. She looked at him with half-closed eyes, almost as if to 'thank' him for disturbing her rest. Kira took it in stride, nevertheless emptying some food into a bowl for her.
After that, he simply locked up his quarters and left without hesitation. Circumstances could change, but his tendency towards punctuality wouldn't.
For the duration of the short walk to Gin's quarters, Kira could feel the weight of the ring in his pocket as if it were something much larger, or perhaps struck by his own Wabisuke. Why was he humoring that man? How could anyone be serious about such a thing? But there was no time to sort out his thoughts. He was already there.
Kira steeled his resolve, then rapped on the door.
Content: A... proposal?
Setting: Gin's quarters
Time: Backdated to Lunasa, just after this thread
Warnings: At the very least, some heavy innuendo. nngh sorry to take so long getting this up.
You know where it goes, don't you? Fourth finger, left hand.
No matter how many times he replayed the messages, they never changed. Now, the words were burned into Izuru's mind, an inescapable proclamation of what the future held for him.
"I don't know what to expect from him. Or if he's even serious," the young man confided in the kitten curled up on the desk. She looked at him with half-closed eyes, almost as if to 'thank' him for disturbing her rest. Kira took it in stride, nevertheless emptying some food into a bowl for her.
After that, he simply locked up his quarters and left without hesitation. Circumstances could change, but his tendency towards punctuality wouldn't.
For the duration of the short walk to Gin's quarters, Kira could feel the weight of the ring in his pocket as if it were something much larger, or perhaps struck by his own Wabisuke. Why was he humoring that man? How could anyone be serious about such a thing? But there was no time to sort out his thoughts. He was already there.
Kira steeled his resolve, then rapped on the door.