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[yitsuin]

kamisato siblings

[kuri-s]

「 But perhaps, that impenetable smile belies darker waves. 」

[blazinguard]

lil sc  ✦  @aureateliege

While dashing through the streets to escape a sudden cloudburst was hardly part of his afternoon plans–and standing beneath an overhang shoulder-to-shoulder with the head of the Kamisato Clan was even less so–it was hard to miss the humor in the scenario Thoma found himself in. 

    “So much for our leisurely stroll, huh?” He couldn’t help but laugh, sticking both of his hands out to feel the pelt of rain against his palms one moment and turning sheepishly to Ayato the next. “–Sorry. Are you alright, my lord? Are you warm enough?”

[aureateliege-a]

This was not an altogether unexpected outcome given the dark clouds that had lingered in the sky since leaving the estate, though not expected enough to warrant carrying an umbrella along with. What the lord did not expect however, was the reaction of his manservant as gentle rain gave way to a downpour--- Ayato pulled along by tall, deceptively strong blond without so much as a word until safely under the overhanging roof of one of the many buildings that made up the small city.

" I'm fine. " Terse answer, lips settling into a slight frown at the immediate switch from a familiar, carefree friend who'd laugh in wonder at their predicament to the stiff and formal tone of someone under his tutelage. Icy gaze would shift from the verdant before him, the favored Kamisato son instead looking out towards the unrelenting cascade. A damper in his plans, no doubt, and Ritou was no Inazuma City where spacious tea houses and elaborate shops could otherwise shelter them.

" Though, just what shall we do about this when you're already fretting about me feeling cold? "

[aureateliege-a]

@blazinguard | a gift, 4 u

The night began so simply.

' Tell Thoma I expect for him to tend to my bath this evening. '

Heavy, silk kimono was unceremoniously discarded, fine thread and lacquered accessories dropping to grace woven mats in a nondescript pile, exposing simple cotton nagajuban to humid, thick with steam, air. This was a nightly tradition the overworked head of the K.amisato often did alone, aside from the momentary assistance of the noble house's servants. The room he stood in contained a finely constructed tub that needed to be filled, after all, and below that a hearth where a fire needed to be stoked then smoldered. All tasks considered beneath him, due to the circumstances of his birth. Noble blood, smooth hands, body still spry and flexible; the lord tended to from the very moment he came into this world. A man such as he should not debase himself in such a manner--- yet...

" Is the temperature to your liking? "

[blazinguard]

loud & deafening silence  ✦  @aureateliege  ✦   sit. + hunger. :3c

Thoma thought himself to be many things, and while he would never consider himself to be the ‘anxious’ type–he was quick to discover that wasn’t quite the case; 10 years in Inazuma and nothing could stop him dead in his tracks faster than the head of the Kamisato Clan beckoning him to join him at the dining table could. Not even coming face-to-face with the mighty Shogun herself. And that afternoon was no different. All it took was one glance too many.

From the very moment he registered that he’d been noticed–all Thoma could think to do was hover awkwardly in the doorway to buy himself a little time between now and the inevitable. There wasn’t anything in the world he wasn’t willing to do for this man–but this? His stomach was already tying itself into knots just thinking about what terrible thing might be waiting for him at the end of those chopsticks–

   "I-I’d love to join you but I, uh…“ Flustered and dreading whatever Ayato had lined up to share with him–Thoma laughed nervously. "There’s still a lot I gotta do out in the courtyard. The weeds won’t pull themselves, you know! …And the walkway. I have to sweep the walkway–”

[aureateliege-a]

" Nonsense. " Cool, affluent voice left the commissioner through thin lips as slender hand lifted to further beckon the Pyro user; silk kimono sleeve near slightly rustling as fine material slid down to the crook of a pale arm. Long fingers curled in a beseeching manner, almost coyly if one could be so inclined to label it as such.

" You work so hard, Thoma," A mischievous glint reflected in icy, blue eyes as he peered towards nervous housekeeper, Ayato's expression accompanied by the slightest smirk as he continued. " Even you deserve a break every now and then--- Don't you think? "

Extended arm lowered once finished, hand gesturing to the spread of small plates that sat on the low table before him; each one steaming with the warmth of its contents. “ I’m sure there’s something here even you will like. “ This time.

[aureateliege-a]

blows a kiss to my boy @blazinguard

[aureateliege-a]

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