Eh, you'll get used to em' eventually. I've heard it somewhere before that they're actually supposed to be real good for your back...
[Not that either of them are particularly prone to issues, given those coordinator genes of theirs. But presumably they quip back and forth about that for a bit until they finally track down a monk they can nab a decently sized vase from.
Fast forward to like, fifteen minutes later, and they're back in his room again. Dearka places the flowers on the tokonoma before taking a step back and framing them with his fingers. He hums thoughtfully, steps forward, turns the vase a quarter of an inch counter clockwise, and steps back again. Another quick check...?
He turns to Yzak, beams, and gives the thumbs up.]
[Dearka chortles, opening his arms as he closes the distance between them. He wraps around Yzak's waist, pulling him into an embrace, bonking their foreheads together gently.]
Uh huh. You sure you're not just saying that because you have to be nice to me today...?
[ And damn it's Dearka's birthday but it feels like his when he pulls him in close. No, Yzak will never not feel that exhilarating flutter in his chest whenever Dearka does something like this. Still, it doesn't seem very fair for him to feel like he's getting the special attention here, so after a moment of letting his bangs softly tickle Dearka's forehead when he bumps them together, Yzak tips his head and leans in to give him a light little kiss on the lips. ]
And I would never give false praise to someone, anyway.
[Just a light kiss is enough to make his stomach flutter. He loves this fussy little man so much..]
Heh... Yeah, I know. And I work hard for my kudos.
[He is going to try and repeat that kiss except. Deeper. So. Yzak better tug on his leash a bit if he doesn't want this to escalate right this second :/]
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[Not that either of them are particularly prone to issues, given those coordinator genes of theirs. But presumably they quip back and forth about that for a bit until they finally track down a monk they can nab a decently sized vase from.
Fast forward to like, fifteen minutes later, and they're back in his room again. Dearka places the flowers on the tokonoma before taking a step back and framing them with his fingers. He hums thoughtfully, steps forward, turns the vase a quarter of an inch counter clockwise, and steps back again. Another quick check...?
He turns to Yzak, beams, and gives the thumbs up.]
Great stuff!
[Gureito.]
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That, and he's endeared by the way Dearka sets up the flowers, whether some of it is just his silly performative pomp or not. ]
No good with indoor decorating? I wouldn't say that.
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Uh huh. You sure you're not just saying that because you have to be nice to me today...?
[He's smirking. Teasing.]
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[ He puffs up fussily. ]
That doesn't exempt you from anything!
[ And damn it's Dearka's birthday but it feels like his when he pulls him in close. No, Yzak will never not feel that exhilarating flutter in his chest whenever Dearka does something like this. Still, it doesn't seem very fair for him to feel like he's getting the special attention here, so after a moment of letting his bangs softly tickle Dearka's forehead when he bumps them together, Yzak tips his head and leans in to give him a light little kiss on the lips. ]
And I would never give false praise to someone, anyway.
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Heh... Yeah, I know. And I work hard for my kudos.
[He is going to try and repeat that kiss except. Deeper. So. Yzak better tug on his leash a bit if he doesn't want this to escalate right this second :/]