#c: soseki yamamoto

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@spllledwlne / hinata hyūga Hinata leans against his desk with a coy smile, hands folded primly atop the skirt of her maid dress. She takes off the frilled headband she'd donned alongside it and places it atop Soseki's head, unable to stop herself from teasingly rubbing one of the furry cat ears. "Are you going to tell me you still feel old?" she asks, still smiling, one warm with affection.

His face is red, isn't it? He can feel the heat radiating from him. Some part of him, the part that can still register the world, is surprised that his heart hasn't already broken free from his ribs. Otherwise, all higher thought processes have stopped, because his lower one is most certainly in working order.

A strained chuckle escapes his throat and his voice comes out lower than he expected it to. "Who could feel old with this fashionable headpiece?" He briefly touches this frilly headband, but his eyes haven't left her.

Birthdays could be good sometimes...

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@multifandommuseroulette for Iris;

“Hey, Iris.” Soseki came to a stop next to the desk of his colleague. In his hands, a pamphlet. “I just finished up a story and I’m about to order some food. Do you want any?” The news room could get busy, and Soseki had been traveling and interviewing all morning. Going out for lunch was nice but sometimes eating in was all his energy could manage. “My treat. I could use some company to unwind.”

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