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[turnbackthegod]

[ There's a little boy sitting under a ragged tree during early summer rainfall, his yellow-ochre yukata stained and torn with old brown blood as he shivers. Head down, shaggy hair drips steadily onto wiry bent knees, everything about his expression closed off as he cries, mouth open on silent wet sobs. A splash of dirty grey and mint-green lining

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[baibaibaby]

My, my. What a long face. [ Naturally Gin is smiling, but it might be because he's seriously downplayed this poor boy's troubles. ]

[turnbackthegod]

[ Head jerking up, he wipes his eyes and stares at the silver-haired man, recognising that smile. ]

... You're a big Gin.

[baibaibaby]

It's all ruined. [ Talking about the haori. ]

[turnbackthegod]

[ Looks down, shoulders slumping. In case Gin tries to steal it, Sousuke holds on tightly, raking the soft material with possessive nails. ]

It's mine, I'll keep it if I want to.