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*grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall behind you before placing one leg between yours* *leans closer while pressing his thigh slowly against your crotch, whispering into your ear* "Take on me."
Gakupo was surprised when his back met the wall, having been just returning with Kaito from a recording. But it didn’t compare to the feeling of Kaito’s closeness and his thigh brushing against him, making him gasp softly while that breathy voice murmured into his ear. Despite the light flushing of his face, the samurai wrapped his arms firmly around the other’s waist, one hand gripping at the white coat. Smiling deviously, he whispered back. “Don’t mind if I do~”
evillious-samurai:
At those last words, Gakupo finally understood. It was something so simple and delicate that made it so easy to lose sight of. His stance started to change, from rigidly cautious to his hand now gently cupping his lover’s face. Icy purple eyes melting until there was only the light of his understanding dawning upon it. The samurai lost himself to the peace of the moment, Kaito’s warm hand on his chest, their joined hands reminding him of his promise, and every trace of regret or sadness disappearing. He returned a light squeeze to Kaito’s hand as he smiled again at him, this time in an apologetic manner. “Thank you… but I promise you won’t need to worry anymore. I know my place, and it’s right here with you,” he concluded before giving him a version of Kaito’s own, genuine encouraging smile. “So… will you join me? I want to share this with you…” A moment, the next minutes, his entire life.
Looking up again, Kaito smiled slightly. “…Give me a moment. I’ll join you”, he promised with a little nod, stepping aside to let Gakupo enter the shower, gently letting go of his hand. Once undressed, he grabbed the two transparent bottles of shower gel they loved to use and opened the semi-transparent slide door to find Gakupo behind it, water already streaming down his body. With a small smile on his lips, he placed the shower supplies on the small shelf next to himself after stepping inside as well, trying not to flinch when the water hit him. It wasn’t too hot, but he needed a moment to get used to the sensation, as usual.
Smiling happily at Gakupo when their eyes met, he took a little step closer to him until their bodies touched and wrapped his arms around him in a loving hug. With his heart beating fast in his chest, he closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the taller man’s shoulder, face half-buried in the crook of his neck while the warm water against his skin helped him let go of all unpleasant thoughts, making him relax. It was one of the reasons he loved to take warm showers; and doing it with Gakupo now made him feel like a child on Christmas Eve. “Our first time…”, he chuckled softly. “How exciting, eh, Gakupo-san?” He knew the honorific wasn’t necessary anymore, but Kaito used it for the effect.
Gakupo’s expression softened into a smile as he watched Kaito coming into the shower and then closer to him, purple eyes locking with beautiful blue ones before he hid his face into his neck, the warmth of his embrace way more comforting than that of the water. As he closed his eyes as well, just enjoying the moment, he was sure Kaito would be able to hear his heartbeat if they were in a quieter place. "So very exciting, Kaito-san," he agreed with a genuinely big smile the other couldn't see. Then, his hands went to rest on those soft hips, only for his arms to slide into a protective hug as well. "I'm so happy..." It felt good to relax with the one he loved.
Happy 12th anniversary kaito (*´▽｀*) (Yamaha ver.)
💐 25 flower asks
rose - describe your crush.
cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?
daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?
daffodil - which colour suits you best?
peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?
iris - favourite 90s song?
sunflower - sun or moon?
narcissus - your best physical feature?
freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?
orchid - favourite fruit?
violet - have you had your first kiss?
gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?
gerbera - neon or pastel?
carnation - does true love exist?
alstroemeria - dream vacation?
anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?
cymbidium - sexuality?
rhododendron - what’s your biggest fear?
tulip - lucky number?
gladiolus - who do you look up to most?
snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?
hydrangea - proudest moment?
heather - what’s your favourite musical?
delphinium - what’s your star sign - does it suit you?
ginger - least favourite food?
Oh dear what did I do. /////
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But imagine this Gakupo putting a scoop of ice cream on his dick and some in his nips to attract a wild kait
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what if kaito just licks the ice cream off and then leaves to find more ice cream
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"Here Kitty Kitty" [askakaito]
Consciousness returned slowly, only for the samurai to notice his world shrouded in darkness. He was sitting in an uncomfortable position, but before his disoriented mind could process why, he realized there was a cloth stuffed into his mouth, so big he couldn’t do anything to get rid of it, leaving him unable to call for help. More than a little alarmed, Gakupo tried to move, finding out the cause of his discomfort were his hands and arms that were tightly tied behind his back, a whine sounding in his throat, actually surprising himself. He just wanted to believe this was all a bad joke.
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*grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall behind you before placing one leg between yours* *leans closer while pressing his thigh slowly against your crotch, whispering into your ear* "Take on me."
Gakupo was surprised when his back met the wall, having been just returning with Kaito from a recording. But it didn’t compare to the feeling of Kaito’s closeness and his thigh brushing against him, making him gasp softly while that breathy voice murmured into his ear. Despite the light flushing of his face, the samurai wrapped his arms firmly around the other’s waist, one hand gripping at the white coat. Smiling deviously, he whispered back. “Don’t mind if I do~”
evillious-samurai:
The warm smile on Gakupo’s face gave way to a look so sad he was glad Kaito was not looking at him. It crossed his eyes for a moment, and then he was taking a step closer to Kaito, hand reaching out until it rested tenderly against his cheek. He would not move except for his thumb very slowly and gently caressing soft skin. That blue gaze had been lost somewhere for a moment, as though he didn’t feel welcome or as safe as Gakupo had felt a moment ago. His mind went through all that’d happened from the moment they crossed the door and the answer was there. It had all been his fault. Holding back, unconsciously hiding the truth, seeing signs where there were none.
His Kaito had needs, such as feeling accepted, needed, loved… Such fragile things that could not be bought. A new determination took hold of his heart. His other hand found Kaito’s free one and interlocked fingers as he observed his lover’s face. “It’s me the one who’s messed up our evening,” he regretfully said, expression serious but with an undeniable kindness underneath. Gakupo kept looking at his beloved, not afraid of himself anymore. His touch seemed to gain passion, and he was really there at that moment, his mind no longer drifting away. “And I could never ask for a Kaito time-out, because I love you. Allow me to make it up to you, now and all the time you may need, my love.”
Kaito couldn’t help but close his eyes, the warmth of his cheeks only increasing when Gakupo brushed one of them with his thumb. The fact that the other man was completely naked and still had the upper hand made his heart beat fast with adoration and a strange excitement. He loved to be touched that way and almost lost himself to the relaxed state he had been put into as his hand was raised and gripped tightly. Opening his eyes in surprise and looking at his partner with raised brows, he listened as the other man started to speak, opening his mouth and furrowing his brow soon after in objection. “What are you blaming yourself for?”, he asked slightly shaking his head and swallowing as he put his free hand on Gakupo’s chest; the skin smooth and warm to his touch. “Nothing’s been messed up. Please. Relax…” The look in Kaito’s eyes was just as stern as his partner’s, but also undeniably concerned. His head was tilted as he looked down at Gakupo’s chest and back up into his eyes. “I love you, too.” Kaito’s brows were still contracted, but started to relax a little as he noticed he had his partner’s undivided attention. “The biggest favor you could do me is doing what’s best for you. It’s been a long day. For both of us…” He looked down again. “Stop fighting so hard. Please. I’m worried about you.” His words were just above a whisper as his grip tightened on Gakupo’s hand.
At those last words, Gakupo finally understood. It was something so simple and delicate that made it so easy to lose sight of. His stance started to change, from rigidly cautious to his hand now gently cupping his lover's face. Icy purple eyes melting until there was only the light of his understanding dawning upon it. The samurai lost himself to the peace of the moment, Kaito's warm hand on his chest, their joined hands reminding him of his promise, and every trace of regret or sadness disappearing. He returned a light squeeze to Kaito's hand as he smiled again at him, this time in an apologetic manner. "Thank you... but I promise you won't need to worry anymore. I know my place, and it's right here with you," he concluded before giving him a version of Kaito's own, genuine encouraging smile. "So... will you join me? I want to share this with you..." A moment, the next minutes, his entire life.
*grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall behind you before placing one leg between yours* *leans closer while pressing his thigh slowly against your crotch, whispering into your ear* "Take on me."
Gakupo was surprised when his back met the wall, having been just returning with Kaito from a recording. But it didn’t compare to the feeling of Kaito’s closeness and his thigh brushing against him, making him gasp softly while that breathy voice murmured into his ear. Despite the light flushing of his face, the samurai wrapped his arms firmly around the other’s waist, one hand gripping at the white coat. Smiling deviously, he whispered back. “Don’t mind if I do~”
evillious-samurai:
Gakupo then dedicated a gentle smile to Kaito, purple eyes sparkling with affection. While he was a little confused as to why would Kaito question that, he thought he might still be worried about how he’d felt just a few minutes ago, and probably wanted to give him some time alone to organize his thoughts. However, it had already been a very long day and he didn’t want to ruin it further for his partner, and he didn’t want to be alone after all, so as he looked back at that sweetly puzzled face, he elaborated on his plans. “With your clothes… I would love it if you wished to join me…” Gakupo felt suddenly so safe with Kaito, he wanted nothing more than to finally have him all to himself, yet at the same time, to let him simply relax and for his beloved to allow him to do the rest of the work for him, he thought while never taking his gaze off of him, not even when he felt himself blushing. He was such a lucky man…
It was a sight to behold. Gakupo, the man who was able to touch him without any physical contact, arouse him with just a few, well-chosen words and make his heart beat hard against his chest by simply leaning a little closer; standing in front of him, well-toned, tall and completely naked, with his hair in braids and a warm smile on his face, his long, dark lashes even more prominent due to the slightly lowered eyelids. Kaito swallowed. “Are you sure?”, he asked, a mildly confused smile on his lips as he looked to his left, then his right and back at the other man. “I mean…” He lowered his gaze without moving his head. “I do, but I thought you needed… space. A Kaito-time out.” Tilting his head and still looking down, he raised his hand to slowly scratch his scalp, cheeks reddening despite his best efforts to seem relaxed and confident.
The warm smile on Gakupo's face gave way to a look so sad he was glad Kaito was not looking at him. It crossed his eyes for a moment, and then he was taking a step closer to Kaito, hand reaching out until it rested tenderly against his cheek. He would not move except for his thumb very slowly and gently caressing soft skin. That blue gaze had been lost somewhere for a moment, as though he didn't feel welcome or as safe as Gakupo had felt a moment ago. His mind went through all that'd happened from the moment they crossed the door and the answer was there. It had all been his fault. Holding back, unconsciously hiding the truth, seeing signs where there were none.
His Kaito had needs, such as feeling accepted, needed, loved... Such fragile things that could not be bought. A new determination took hold of his heart. His other hand found Kaito's free one and interlocked fingers as he observed his lover's face. "It's me the one who's messed up our evening," he regretfully said, expression serious but with an undeniable kindness underneath. Gakupo kept looking at his beloved, not afraid of himself anymore. His touch seemed to gain passion, and he was really there at that moment, his mind no longer drifting away. "And I could never ask for a Kaito time-out, because I love you. Allow me to make it up to you, now and all the time you may need, my love."
Gakupo rushed to Kaito's side, hands suddenly on both of his shoulders while his eyes showed extreme worry and alarm. "Kaito-dono, what's wrong!? Was it something in the tea??"
“Don’t”, he gritted out between coughs, “call me that…” Kaito was on his knees, pressing his right hand on his mouth, bright red streaming down from between his fingers. His head was lowered as he doubled over again, tears forming behind his closed eyelids. The hands stabilizing him by the shoulders didn’t even reach his consciousness for a moment, blocked out by the fear that was clouding his mind. His hand slipping from his lips, he spat just to start coughing again. Breathing rapidly whenever he managed to breathe at all, he held his stomach, covering his mouth with his right hand again. His chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise. “I don’t know”, he whimpered, “I don’t know! Please…” His voice glitched into a shrill mix between a whisper and a whine. “I’m scared. I can’t…breathe.” The desperate sob that followed quickly turned into another coughing fit, bringing out even more blood and making his body tremble. “Help… Please… help me.”
While he was hurt for a fleeting moment, Gakupo knew Kaito had never accepted to be called with that honorific. And there was something way more important happening to his beloved. Unfortunately, though, Gakupo didn't have the slightest idea of what was it, fear freezing him for a moment as his mind tried to think of anything that could help, suspecting poison to be the culprit but having nothing to help him with. Then, more blood was expelled and the shrill, but weakening calls for help only fueled his fear. His Kaito was terrified and the only thing he was doing was watch it all. In a rush of adrenaline, he grabbed the blue haired and carried him away in his arms. "Out of my way! Someone please call for help! Kaito is very sick...!" He didn't know where he was going, the samurai was devastated and did not care if anyone thought he was overreacting, an almost crazed look of despair taking place on his face.
*grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall behind you before placing one leg between yours* *leans closer while pressing his thigh slowly against your crotch, whispering into your ear* "Take on me."
Gakupo was surprised when his back met the wall, having been just returning with Kaito from a recording. But it didn’t compare to the feeling of Kaito’s closeness and his thigh brushing against him, making him gasp softly while that breathy voice murmured into his ear. Despite the light flushing of his face, the samurai wrapped his arms firmly around the other’s waist, one hand gripping at the white coat. Smiling deviously, he whispered back. “Don’t mind if I do~”
evillious-samurai:
After finally saying everything that was on his mind, the samurai felt some more at peace, as though voicing his slightly darker thoughts had freed him from the temptation they represented. Everything was much quieter now, but he kept still and appreciated listening to Kaito’s soft words. It made him feel loved, and helped him remember that his beloved would always try to understand him… But he wondered at what price. Was Kaito okay? Would he keep thinking of how he’d revealed himself to be afraid? By the time those nimble and expert fingers had finished the second braid, he was ready to forget that gloomy state of mind.
So when Kaito walked around him and sweetly touched and kissed him, his gaze softened, and he only had eyes for the beautiful man in front of him. “Thank you,” he murmured, a small smile on his lips mirroring Kaito’s as he looked into blue eyes in turn. His hands moved and he placed one onto his lover’s right shoulder, while the other moved Kaito’s soft hair aside to gently kiss his forehead. Then, before he could decide to stay that way for a bit longer, the touch had disappeared and he began to finally finish discarding the rest of his body suit, almost awkwardly struggling with the legs of it. Now that was a clear disadvantage, he thought as his bare feet touched the cold floor and felt that familiar warmth on his face once again.
And while he had helped him to button up his pants earlier, he now watched Kaito, who had yet to be ready for their shower. “Would you want me to help you?” He softly asked, hoping it’d come across as him being thankful for the help he’d been offered minutes ago.
Kaito closed his eyes to block everything else out when he felt Gakupo leaning closer; enjoying the gentle kiss to his forehead that followed. “You’re welcome, love”, he responded just above a whisper, his cheeks getting a little warmer from the sudden excitement he felt. When Gakupo finally started to free himself from the rest of his clothing, Kaito took a step back to make a little more room for him, unable not to watch him and admire his stunning looks nevertheless. It was unbelievable how Gakupo had just the right amount of everything - softness, hardness, strength - internally and externally, emotionally and physically. He was so very well-balanced, so beautiful, Kaito thought. When Gakupo spoke, he made him blink as the soft words cut right through his thoughts - or was it a daydream already? “Help me?”, he repeated, slightly embarrassed that he had been caught lost in thoughts like that, tilting his head in slight confusion as he looked at his partner’s face. “With what?” He had just been about to leave after one last glance at the man’s naked body, but now it almost seemed like he was supposed to stay - or was he?
Gakupo then dedicated a gentle smile to Kaito, purple eyes sparkling with affection. While he was a little confused as to why would Kaito question that, he thought he might still be worried about how he'd felt just a few minutes ago, and probably wanted to give him some time alone to organize his thoughts. However, it had already been a very long day and he didn't want to ruin it further for his partner, and he didn't want to be alone after all, so as he looked back at that sweetly puzzled face, he elaborated on his plans. "With your clothes... I would love it if you wished to join me..." Gakupo felt suddenly so safe with Kaito, he wanted nothing more than to finally have him all to himself, yet at the same time, to let him simply relax and for his beloved to allow him to do the rest of the work for him, he thought while never taking his gaze off of him, not even when he felt himself blushing. He was such a lucky man...
M!A: Kaito is drunk for 2 asks
“I wish Gakupo was here… Or maybe not…He probably shouldn’t see me like this.”
[M!A drunk Kaito start]
evillious-samurai:
Gakupo was in for many surprises that evening, it seemed. Especially after the tight hug he was given, he thought he’d seen it all that evening. But he was proven wrong when during their embrace, the blue haired suddenly broke it off and knocked his chair over in his hurry. Gakupo stood up as well, calling out his lover’s name in both confusion and alarm, but he remembered Kaito’s words, his gaze falling onto the closed blue diary on the table. Did he want him to read it? He’d made it sound like all the answers to his questions would be there, and while he felt terrible for even thinking of peeking into something as personal as Kaito’s diary, he couldn’t stop thinking of those heartbreaking sobs and that inconsolable heart of his.
He took a moment to put Kaito’s chair back into its place and then sat down slowly, making a great effort to ignore his body’s urge to go look for his love to see if he was okay, even if judging by all that was happening, it was clear he wasn’t. Finally, his hand took the small diary, brows furrowed in uncertainty as he once again struggled to decide whether this was a good idea. Eventually, the book was opened and he tried not to read anything until the last two pages that had Kaito’s writing on them. Taking courage, he took a deep breath to try to clear his head and began to read, his eyes gradually filling with more sadness and then shame. He never noticed the tears running down his face until one landed on the page, right by the last incomplete thought of his beloved.
After what felt like ten minutes of ridding himself of the toxins in his body, then trying to drink water and keep it in just to vomit again until his stomach expelled nothing but bile, Kaito sunk against the wall next to the toilet, covering his face. The tears dripping from his jaw and wetting his palms were no longer the result of heartbreak and desperation, but a byproduct of his involuntary cleansing-process, as were the flushed cheeks and his utter exhaustion, not to mention the stomach pain. With a soft whimper, he reached up to flush one last time, eyes still closed and covered by his other hand. He had almost forgotten about Gakupo in the kitchen. Almost.
“Shimatta…”, he muttered in a weak voice and forced himself to stand, listening to his body for a moment to make sure the throwing up was over for now before he made his slow way back to where he had left his colleague and partner. “Gomen nasai…”, he breathed, supporting himself on the door frame before fully entering the room, eyelids heavy and gaze directed to the ground in an attempt not to stumble over anything. It wasn’t rare for him to knock things over and fall when he was in good health and a normal state of mind, so it was significantly more likely to happen now. When he was finally close enough to the table and looked up, his eyes widened and the frown on his face got even deeper.
“Gakkun? Why are you crying?”, he asked weakly, reaching out to put a hand on the samurai’s shoulder as he carefully took a seat next to him.
When Gakupo heard the weak apology, his eyes shot up in surprise to look at his lover slowly making his way toward him. He probably felt terribly, and Gakupo lamented he’d decided to turn to alcohol to forget… or to deal with the strong emotions. And despite knowing this and seeing Kaito during his saddest moments, he still hurriedly brought his hand up to wipe his tears off with his sleeve, eyes fixed on the diary without seeing. His mind was too lost in thought, in Kaito’s written thoughts. His heart was hurting for him and he couldn’t look into those eyes now, even as he noticed he was sitting by his side and touching him delicately.
He gulped with difficulty, trying to find his voice. After a moment, he forced himself to look up again, finding Kaito looking back at him with concern. He immediately felt the need to avert his eyes, lest they filled with tears again. But he couldn’t be weak now, more than ever, he had to be strong, for his love. “…I’m sorry,” he uttered out, struggling to continue at this point due to a crushing guilt, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how you felt all this time…” It wasn’t just about the barely-there sadness that now and then would tarnish his beautiful blue eyes, but about how he’d led him to believe the person he should be able to trust the most was apparently irritated by his perfectly normal behavior. It hurt. It was like a hit to his pride as a lover. Which was still not about himself but about how Kaito couldn’t feel entirely happy with him.
He should begin to support him, through everything Kaito might need him for. As he was still staring at the blue haired, he then gathered him into a gentle hug, after getting closer himself to the other, arms wrapped around Kaito’s waist. Closing his eyes for a moment, he thought about the rest of those afflictions. It was very unsettling to think he was going through hard times with his brothers. He’d never heard anything like that and couldn’t begin to imagine how Kaito, who loved them deeply, felt about it. His hug tightened very slightly, as if to get his lover’s attention. “I just want you to know… that you’re fascinating, beautiful and the sweetest man I’ve had the fortune to meet,” he quietly told him, eyes cast down but meaning every word. “I know you really love them, but if right now you’ve done all you could, then all there’s left for you to do is to give them time… I’m sure they will always have a place for you in their hearts.” His right hand traveled up the other’s back, soothingly allowing him to get closer if he wished so.
The way Gakupo reacted, how his hand ran quickly across his eyes to erase any evidence of his emotional state, tightened Kaito’s chest. He looked at him with furrowed brow, hand still on Gakupo’s shoulder. Since his diary was now open and in front of him and he hadn’t been that miserable before, he immediately regretted having told him to read it. It was his fault that Gakupo’s mood was ruined now, too. His chest tightened even further. He watched his lover swallow hard, pressing his own lips together in response while his eyes narrowed slightly, right before their gazes met again. He could see the tears that filled Gakupo’s purple eyes, making him contract his brows hard. Opening his mouth in order to object when he heard the apology, meaning to say that there was nothing to be sorry about, Kaito realized that Gakupo wasn’t done speaking for a while yet, and so he let him.
He looked at him until he got pulled into a soothing embrace that made him close his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the warmth of Gakupo’s presence; the immediate closeness between them. His partner’s words, however, so unrealistically optimistic, gave him a feeling as if his guts had been twisted. A place in their hearts? He might have believed in - hoped for - that some time ago, before learning about the truth and experiencing it firsthand. His whole body tensed as he closed his eyes as tightly as he could. Unable to bring himself to say what was on his mind as it’d down the mood even further, he simply buried his face in the crook of Gakupo’s neck, holding onto him as tightly as he could. “I love you, too”, he whispered instead, a sob following his words as he felt new tears burning behind his eyelids.
“Thank…you”, his voice had already started to sound shrill, something typical for Kaito when he was upset. “Thank you… for being… here.”
Nothing was as comforting at the moment as the tight hug he received from Kaito, even though his heart broke a little more when hearing the new sobs reverberate through his feverishly warm body. Gakupo feared his beloved would fall ill with sadness, and he was clueless about what could he do to make him feel better. The answer came to him as he closed his eyes and began slowly raining kisses down onto Kaito's head and temple. He deeply regretted having fallen in despair, and he could almost feel the moment in which Kaito had frozen at the sight of him crying. More precisely, his attempts to hide his tears. But he hadn't mean to be insincere, but for Kaito to not needlessly worry about him. This was about him and his feelings, which had been hurt beyond anything that'd happened before. With his eyes still closed, he murmured gently into his ear. "I will always be here for you... I love you more than my own life and I could never find any part of you not beautiful..."
"Here, Kitty Kitty~"
As soon as Theodore came around, he jolted up, whiping his head from side to side and then groaning as a wave of dizziness enveloped his whole body. Everything was dark, no doubt thanks to a blindfold, though from the cotton wool like feeling in his head, he doubted he would be able to see properly anyway. The last thing he remembered, he was inside his own home, and he’d gotten up to answer the door after someone had rung the bell but after that there was nothing. Instinctively, he tried to call out, but his mouth was numb and his tongue uncooperative, and something was tied around his mouth, maybe…a gag? He struggled against the restraints on his hands and feet and then screamed in frustration, though the sound came out distant and muffled thanks to the fabric lodged between his teeth. He was so unbelievably scared, his mind racing as he struggled to comprehend exactly who had done this to him. In the haze, he barely registered the collar that sat ever so tightly around his neck.
While it didn't immediately come to mind who could the blue haired be talking about, he had a guess. That explanation could make a lot of sense, so much he was very tempted to free him already... Since when did he go and use aggression to obtain answers? Now he wasn't sure of what to do and was even at a loss for words, pitying the man before him. But, now that he was calmer and knew about his motives, Gakupo observed in silence, taking in the long, multi-tone blue hair, as well as his height that was comparable to his own. It was then that he could see why would someone find them so alike.
Knitting his brows in indecision, he took a breath to talk, only to keep silent again. He had to say something. He owed at least that if this man, Theodore, was indeed innocent. Musing over it a little, he finally sheathed his weapon. "Very well... I will take that off for you now," he quietly said before getting up and closer, only to kneel in front of the terrified man. Then, his hands went to gently undo the blindfold, letting it loosen up and then lowering his hands again, the piece of fabric resting on his lap. And before anything else, the samurai was moving again and soon enough, Theodore had his accuser bowing until his forehead was touching the floor, hands flat on it as his ponytail slid to the floor as well. And just like that, he was apologizing in shame. "I'm terribly sorry for my mistake. I should not have taken things so far."
