#ssn pls he knows ur joking

[hirudou]

❝ ibuki asked about you. ❞ though complain would be the better word , one he doesn't divulge as fingers continue to comb through the other's hair. ❝ he asked me what we are. what do you suppose i should say ? ❞ he asks lightly. a teasing lilt as tiers press 'pon his temple. ❝ i told him you were a dear friend. ❞ / djkfghkdhgfd he's jking ur honor. 🥴

        wuya  lays  across  suanoo's  lap,  one  wing  curled  close  to  his  body-  the  other  sprawled  out  wide.  his  inky  hair  has  long  since  dried,  entirely  free  of  tangles  thanks  to  his  companion's  attentiveness.  which  continues,  in  lulling  motions  with  gentle  care.  ibuki...the  crow's  brow  twitches  at  mention  of  the  feline.  it  had  been  established  for  some  time  that  wuya  did  not  like  cats.  ibuki  was  of  course  a  rare  exception  to  this,  though  he  still  did  not  enjoy  time  spent  with  the  creature.  humming  his  acknowledgement  on  his  curiosity,  until  of  course--    a  dear  friend  was  it?

"  friends  mm?  "  cracking  an  eye  open,  as  his  arm  slips  slowly  over  the  god's  shoulder.  "  certainly  not.  "  though  he  knows  it  is  a  joke,  wuya  still  ruffles  at  the  notion.  "  would  friends  do  the  things  we  do?  "  shifting  his  body  as  he  speaks,  so  he  can  plant  a  kiss  on  his  cheek.  then  another  at  the  curve  of  his  jaw,  his  ear,  exhaling  a  short  laugh  against  his  skin.  "  i  don't  think  so.  "

unprompted asks / always accepting