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Cid frowned, watching Tamaki. It hurt him to not be able to tell the blonde the truth. And yet... would Tamaki really accept him if he knew what he was? Tamaki seemed more than willing to make friends with the living, but from what Cid had seen he had no interest in the macabre. He wouldn't understand, and more than likely be frightened. It was better to leave things vague.

Cid stood up with ease, following his host toward the opening. He glanced at the hole, then back at Tamaki. "If yer sure..." Tamaki was the one who was cold after all, so it seemed odd that he'd let Cid go first. Shaking his head desperately to clear his thoughts, Cid's dirty blonde bangs fell in his eyes. Tamaki was trying to treat him like one of his girls again! "...Alr'igh', but y' better hurry up, yeah?"

Cid climbed down the narrow passage easily, landing catlike in the hall down below before looking up to see if Tamaki was following.

"I don’t care." He pouted, wanting to cross his arms over his chest but finding that he couldn’t since his wrist was still embraced. "Isn’t that why we should live in the moment?" Always the romantic. "You should never steer from the path of your heart. If you want something, you should go for it, because in the quickest of moments…it can be gone. But then, at least your heart got to feel, even for the smallest time frame." He nodded, satisfied with his response.

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Cid didn't move, not feeling the cold himself. It was a mortal need he no longer held, like breathing while sleeping, or regular eating patterns. 

"Ya well, them's tha terms." He answered, growing a little cocky once more in an effort to hide his true nature. Honestly, it was selfish of him to take up Tamaki on his offer at all... but if the blonde promised to let him go, there would be plenty of other people to love him when Cid left. People who aged at the same rate, who could spend a proper lifetime loving the eager young prince.

He shook his head slightly, not wanting to answer Tamaki's questions. "B'siness takes y' elsewhere, y' know tha'." He let his hand slide down from grasping Tamaki's wrist, letting his fingers entwine with the other's.  " I dun' wantcha' waistin' time chasin' after me, wh'n you got other happiness b'fore ya, eh? ..We c'n go in if yer cold."

"I don’t care." He pouted, wanting to cross his arms over his chest but finding that he couldn’t since his wrist was still embraced. "Isn’t that why we should live in the moment?" Always the romantic. "You should never steer from the path of your heart. If you want something, you should go for it, because in the quickest of moments…it can be gone. But then, at least your heart got to feel, even for the smallest time frame." He nodded, satisfied with his response.

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Maybe some of it was the alcohol, cutting his guard down. But for a moment there, Cid's expression grew tender, green eyes softened as he watched the blonde make claims of love against time itself. For the briefest time, the tough outer shell of the reaper broke down, revealing the young boy who had died too soon, kind but sad. Without thinking, he reached out a hand to tilt Tamaki's chin, bringing him closer as he gently claimed the other's mouth with his own. 

He pulled away slightly when he became more aware of himself, but still kept close, his forehead touching the other's. "..Pr'mise me then. Tha' ya won't come after me when I leave? I c'nna' give you more than now."

Things never worked out with mortals. Reapers were always cautioned against it- loving mortals only meant heartbreak. There was no way to save them from their impending fates, no matter how much you gave them, they would always die in the end. But Cid had been alone for so long, and the brightness of Tamaki's enthusiasm shown out like the sun after years of wintry grey.  

Tamaki had to admit to entire relief as the male’s hands went behind his head, which to him seemed like a sign of acceptance. Tamaki Rene Grantaire Suoh had only ever kissed one other person. He had been fourteen, and it had been at one of his father’s soirees, right after he was forced to move to Japan. Depressed and alone, a girl a bit older than him had approached him, convincing him to leave the boring party and have some fun with her. They were both young and inexperienced, but Tamaki’s first kiss hadn’t been the sweeping romantic display one would think. It had been a sloppy kiss inside of a closet.

But he wasn’t being pushed away, which was good…right? At least, he had thought so, until the other was pulling back, his violet eyes instantly wide with two emotions - scared that he had done something the older hadn’t liked, and hurt that it wasn’t accepted. He noticed the other’s hesistance, swallowing his pride and frowning, rolling off the other. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have. I should have asked. It…it wasn’t right of me to just do that. But I couldn’t help myself! Oh gosh, Cid, please don’t hate me!” He whined, burying his face in his hands in shame and embarrassment.

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Seeing the other's sudden, violent reaction, Cid immediately regretted his movement. It seemed plain now that Tamaki was being earnest. "No, I-" the blonde gibbered as he sat up, swiping the air after Tamaki. " 'M na... I dinna' mean..." Panicked, Cid sought the right words to soothe the blonde.

He could see the other teetering slightly, shamed and drunken, perhaps a bit too close to the edge for Cids liking. With a strong arm he gruffly pulled Tamaki closer, hand bound tight around his wrist.

"T'maki... I... feel th' same way. But I'm only g'nna b' here a few days. Yer friends are right 'ta protect ya fr'm me... once 'm gone y' may never see me again."

"I’m not that drunk!" He whined, a playful pout on his lips, though his face flushed at the gesture from Cid. Such a soft, innocent gesture. That was what Tamaki honestly yearned for. It reminded him of his mother. His grandmother treated him like a parasite, and Kyoya really was the only one he had. His best friend, he truly was, but Kyoya was cold and rare to show his true emotions. Having Cid here, his touch so comforting, Tamaki’s eyes swelled up with tears. "I….I can speak coherently! I’m Tamaki Rene Grantaire Suoh….I’m seventeen years old….I’m son to my father who owns Ouran Academy…" He was rambling now, as if these facts would prove he wasn’t completely hammered.

"And I know that for some reason I can’t understand…I’ve been attracted to you since I laid eyes on you." He murmured, blushing even further. "And my heart felt weird when we kissed…" He’d kissed girls before, but not many. He seemed like a ladies man, but really he was entirely pure. Maybe even more pure than Honey. The kiss between him and Cid had been purely accidental, but his body had felt things he was too naïve to understand. He groaned, staring at the stars with those violet hues again, trying to ignore his own idiocy.

Though he couldn’t help but laugh at the next statement. “He isn’t a wanker. He’s my best friend is all. He’s concerned.” He would never believe the great Kyoya Ootori could be jealous. Never. “Oh, and for the record? Japanese people don’t really use the word wanker.” He giggeld like a child.

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The roof went quiet, and for a moment Cid thought it was over, that perhaps Tamaki was truly playing with him like one of his girls at the host club, and had finally given up. Because Cid had turned away, he didn't see Tamaki's approach. But suddenly the other blonde was on top of him, his soft lips pressed against Cid's own. 

It wasn't exactly an entirely unwelcome surprise. Instinctively, Cid cradled the back of the blonde's head in his hand, gently supporting him in their perilous position. He had not been without loves, male and female, and knew what to do, yet... the shorter blonde pulled away abruptly, hesitating. 

"I’m not that drunk!" He whined, a playful pout on his lips, though his face flushed at the gesture from Cid. Such a soft, innocent gesture. That was what Tamaki honestly yearned for. It reminded him of his mother. His grandmother treated him like a parasite, and Kyoya really was the only one he had. His best friend, he truly was, but Kyoya was cold and rare to show his true emotions. Having Cid here, his touch so comforting, Tamaki’s eyes swelled up with tears. "I….I can speak coherently! I’m Tamaki Rene Grantaire Suoh….I’m seventeen years old….I’m son to my father who owns Ouran Academy…" He was rambling now, as if these facts would prove he wasn’t completely hammered.

"And I know that for some reason I can’t understand…I’ve been attracted to you since I laid eyes on you." He murmured, blushing even further. "And my heart felt weird when we kissed…" He’d kissed girls before, but not many. He seemed like a ladies man, but really he was entirely pure. Maybe even more pure than Honey. The kiss between him and Cid had been purely accidental, but his body had felt things he was too naïve to understand. He groaned, staring at the stars with those violet hues again, trying to ignore his own idiocy.

Though he couldn’t help but laugh at the next statement. “He isn’t a wanker. He’s my best friend is all. He’s concerned.” He would never believe the great Kyoya Ootori could be jealous. Never. “Oh, and for the record? Japanese people don’t really use the word wanker.” He giggeld like a child.

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「未来ちゃん詰め」

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DIE.

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watched episode 4 today…

i love mirai, she’s so cute uwu

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「不愉快です。」

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by rio

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