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@kyukicho said: Keisuke sneaks up and cracks the palm of his hand across Kazurora's ass. Damn that stung. Perfect!

Kazutora's back was to Keisuke, which in hindsight might not have been the best idea. But even a tiger can be caught offguard. He's focused on his phone at the moment, unaware of the danger closing in on him. At least, up until it strikes. Literally.

He nearly drops his phone as he gives yelps, a blend of surprise and pain. " KEISUKE! " Kazutora whirls around and punches Baji's shoulder with a huff in return. And ignores the flustered red that shoots up to his cheeks. " You asshole! That stings! " Jesus, how much strength did Baji put into that? " You and your strength. That sting is going to last all day. " He half whines and half grumbles to Baji, especially when he notices Baji's hand is still red from the impact. Between that and his sensitive skin, that was definitely going to linger. " So mean to me. " As if. He mocks a pout before his grin ruins the look.

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@ofsavior said: Life after Toman was challenging to say the least. Reasons to celebrate ere infrequent; life had a new set of challenges and demands. They were adults now, but that meant new beginnings — new stories. It was the reception dinner of Pah’s wedding. Jubilant laughter, exchanges of banter, and fun tipped back and forth all around.

Chifuyu found himself at ease, sitting at the table beside Kazutora. “A suit seems fitting for you.” He muses and sips on his glass. One hand reaches to squeeze Kazutora’s shoulder, and Chifuyu only smiles. A rueful smile. “You look a lot like Baji-san with your hair like that.” He notes, a touch of pain squeezing at the words. “I thought I would have had Baji-san as a plus one to Pah’s wedding, but I…” He stops himself, pausing to consider what good it would do to bring this up now. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this Kazutora, but you have really pretty eyes.” In some respect, they’re familiar. Now that he’s come to know them better, they’re readable and oddly comforting. And maybe he’s been too tipsy for his own good, which leads him to staring at them a little too long. “So you’re going to be my plus one at Takemichi’s wedding, right?”

   Out of everyone’s celebration that it could have been, Pah’s is definitely the easiest for Kazutora to find himself relaxing at. Enough so he even ventures forth directly to offer his congratulations and ends up spending some time chatting with him. It helps to ease some of the nervousness that has been pacing inside his chest like it’s a cage made of bone. But he’s content to slip back more to the sidelines after with a feeble promise to talk later. ( It’s rather baffling still to Kazutora about how often such a phrase is said.) It’s fine by him to simply observe while he stays closer to Chifuyu and his safety.  

   Kazutora eyes the glass in his own hand and takes a sip – it’s far from his own preference for alcohol but it's something at least. He looks towards Chifuyu at the comment, and then reflexively looks down at his outfit despite knowing what he’s wearing. “ You think? “ Kazutora inquires curiously. “ At least I’m finally getting to wear one for a happy occasion. “ He laughs quietly, though there’s a subtle note that's off about it. All the other times he'd worn a suit had been for trials. Better late than never he supposed.  

   The next words catch him off-guard, breath caught in his throat and the near-empty glass placed on the table before he can drop it. Like Baji? He can hear Chifuyu’s words – but more than that, he can hear the pain that’s tucked into every syllable and crevice of his smile. I’m sorry. The apology rests on his tongue and proceeds no further because he knows that’s not what is wanted ; Kazutora’s penitent expression makes it obvious what he’s thinking of. It should be Baji here not him. It should be Baji getting to laugh and enjoy the festivities that would mean far more to him who'd always been a part of Toman than the forgotten founder. Kazutora listens attentively to Chifuyu and watches when he cuts himself off.  “ Hope you were ready to fight to get him in a suit. “ His voice quavers with a blend of amusement and sorrow. He could practically imagine Baji's grumbling over the suit.  “ But? “  Even if it hurts, Kazutora is curious and willingly opens the door for Chifuyu to reminisce. He will listen.  

   Whiplash hits at the abrupt change in gear, leaving Kazuora to stare in stunned silence for half a second that feels more eternity. “ Me? “ Obviously. An embarrassed flush dusts his features before he shakes his head slightly, offering a weak laugh.  “ No, you haven’t. Most people tend to find them unnerving. “ He can’t blame them for it either when he stares at himself in the mirror. Only a few people have called them pretty.  His gaze lifts back to meet Chifuyu's eyes, the corner of his lips rising slightly. "Pretty, huh?" 

   The tiger shifts in his seat to turn himself more fully towards Chifuyu, offering a quiet laugh. " Duh. As long as you want me to be at least. " 

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game hint: "the enemies have higher defense this round, adjust your team accordingly"

me, mockingly repeat it back: NO, WE JUST GONNA HIT AND HIT HARD