gloriosa.

"Byakuran Marshmallow-head. Don’t look at me naked before we’re married." He huffed, sinking down into the water until only his hair remained, floating on the surface like inky tendrils. So long, Bya-kun. He is a jelly now.

#shanghaiedskylark #if you've ever had an urge to get into sports anime plz watch/read knb #no pressure tho

"Ah-- ...?" He tilted his head curiously, staring at the spot of black on the surface of the water where Hibari Kyouya had once been.

He stared a bit longer before deciding that if he continued Hibari would definitely hold his breath until he passed out underwater. Reaching over to get a small (dry) towel, he fashioned a makeshift blindfold and tied it around his eyes obligingly, then grinned. "There, now I won't see you! Please come up for air."

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shanghaiedskylark replied to your post:|| an ooc note to my older followers who are for...

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kissy faces

|| crIES HIBARI KYOUYA IS THE CUTEST CREATURE ALIVE

BYAKURAN HAS CHOSEN WELL

#shanghaiedskylark #hoW CAN YOU EVEN DO THAT #KICKS FEET AFFECTIONATELY

|| an ooc note to my older followers who are for some reason still here after my multiple extended unexplained unacknowledged haituses:

why

seriously what keeps you here

sorry but not really

i've got a lot of blogs and fickle muses and no sense of obligation

i'm in the knb fandom right now so i'm not even on my khr blogs lmao

the only reason i come here right now is to pester shanghaiedskylark and when he's lucky agamemnoncrying

#ooc

"I know I do. It’s because I wash it." He tilts his head back. "I’ve been thinking about getting a trim, though. It’s too shaggy."

Byakuran tilted his head, considering the claim as he took some hair between his fingers as if to examine its length. "Maybe. I like the shaggy look on you, the more unkempt you get the more you look like the wild animal you are~"

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"The public bath would be better if it was private.” He just wants to float around in a giant bathtub for a while. Alone.

#:3c #did somebody say hibari-chan bathing #shanghaiedskylark

"Well then, aren't you lucky that I just finished closing it down." Slipping into the water right next to Hibari, Byakuran looped an arm over his bathing partner's shoulders as if this had been a totally planned turn of events, and not a lucky whim. "So now it is private. Just you and me~"

"A marriage between a boy and his bird is a beautiful thing. Don’t sully it with your sticky marshmallow fingers."

Pouts. "If they were sticky I wouldn't be able to run them through your hair like this," he retorted, doing just that. "And that would be a shame because you have really nice hair."

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g-iacinto replied to your post:Hibari-chan, will you marry ME? (´∀｀)♡

"That’s okay, we can do a three-way marriage, I know a guy."

"I’m not into that kind of thing."

#shanghaiedskylark #hibari u shithead let him love you

"You're into marrying birds but adding in a third party is when it gets too far for you?"

Was he supposed to be there when Byakuran got back? The text to tell him of the return meant that he probably wouldn’t mind seeing Mukuro soon, but meeting him might be a long shot. Then again, if he didn’t go and meet him, Byakuran might get impatient…

It would be infuriating to go and be barred entrance, and wouldn’t that just put a smirk on that hag’s face. If Mukuro stepped wrong, Kikyou was going to step in.

There had to be a compromise that was at least somewhat safe.

[15:49] The pastry shop on Main opened yesterday.

Good enough. Byakuran wouldn’t beat him in public, either. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure that wouldn’t be the easiest route to take.

He'd been mentally exhausted the whole trip, had even come back a few days early before hearing any final decisions. While the confidence of the move wasn't a lie, it wasn't the full intention either. Politicians bored him and boredom was a pain, on top of whatever else was happening to his mind at any given time. Holing up in his hotel room hadn't been enough either, he needed the comfort and silence of his own bedroom.

And that was where he'd gone immediately after landing, tossing his things carelessly in his living room and collapsing on his bed in the dark, shades shut tight on the windows as well. Swimming in the soup of his own mind uninterrupted was something he needed, and it was helping, even if it was jarred occasionally by an unbidden thought of the argument with Mukuro.

He didn't receive the text from the culprit until hours after it was sent, as much as he'd been relishing the darkness, and when he finally checked his phone he stared at it for a long moment, contemplating if he wanted to reply.

[18:36] -- don't feel like it

As though that made anything better. Mukuro gritted his teeth, only just managing to save the cigarette from a bite. If he asked when Byakuran was coming back it would only make him angrier, but was he supposed to just wait and see? What a good mistress.

Finally he sighed. “Gods need care. I don’t know why you refuse to hold on to it.” Because he’s afraid it will go with him if he tips over. But he wasn’t going to tip over. Mukuro wasn’t going to let him tip over, not this time. He wasn’t going to lose everything. “If you won’t take mine, then use your own. Take care, won’t you?”

It was childish, but Mukuro had been plenty childish today, and Byakuran really didn't feel like making the promise anyway. Even if it was locked away in his hotel room and nothing physical, he couldn't say for certain that he would take perfect care of himself. So instead, he paused a moment, said "I have to go," and hung up.

Back to the rats with him. He had work to do, and it didn't involve arguing about his own well-being.

A pretty face helps with rats. But he kept his mouth shut, abruptly aware that he’d curled his knees up to his chest on the couch. There was hardly point wearing a robe like this, but he didn’t bother to take it off.

"Then what do I blame it on?" he retorted quietly, eyes on the empty wine glass. There was a scuff on the side. Maybe he needed to change his sponge. Never mind that he’d just admitted to worry, that was already obvious. Abruptly he huffed a sigh and reached for a cigarette. "If you get hurt I’m not going to bathe you, I’m going to choke you."

He hated this. He was still angry, but Mukuro's voice was drenched in worry, when Byakuran was really doing nothing remotely dangerous. He wasn't even with anyone worth dying for if something did happen.

"The only threat to me here is myself. I don't expect your care."

Even a pause had him cringing, tongue pushed up against the back of his teeth so hard the tongue ring tightened. The click was probably audible. He couldn’t pull his free hand out of his ponytail, tugging and running through it, but he had a bestial urge for a cigarette. Instead he gulped the last swig of his glass of wine.

"There’s no such thing as harmless." It was supposed to be sharp, but if he managed it was only an edge. Why did he sound like he was whining? "There isn’t a human who wouldn’t mount a godhead over his mantle."

He glanced over his shoulder, confirming that yes, they were trying to overhear his conversation. Annoying. He pointedly moved farther away, a look at the group making his displeasure obvious. They made no move to follow, and looked sheepish as well. He wasn't even speaking German, what they expected to overhear he didn't know.

"A rat in a suit can't hurt me. And I don't start my political meetings with the god speech anyway. They want my wallet, not my head." He sighed, a touch of anger still evident, but there was no doubting what this was about. "If you're worried about me, don't blame it on the company I'm keeping. I'm fine." He wasn't, but that wasn't new, nor anything to make a fuss over.

For a moment he blanched. Byakuran had picked up? He almost thought it was voicemail, waited a moment for a beep, and realised he heard breath on the other side.

There had been an entire lecture on his mind, but now it wouldn’t start. Instead he waited to untangle his tongue, too aware that his voice was closer to husky than he’d intended. “…Come back safe this time.”

The silence on the other end made his already-potent anger bubble up even more, he wanted to break the phone, throw it against a wall and watch it shatter and feel the crunch of the pieces under his boot, and he didn't care who saw. Let the politicians stare, let them wonder at how it would feel to have that anger turned on them.

When Mukuro finally spoke, an instant before Byakuran snapped, some of the anger deflated. Most of it that was aimed at Mukuro, anyway, and fuck him for that, he deserved every bit of anger, he deserved to be ignored and left to wonder for a while. "They're politicians. Harmless," he said after a quiet moment, voice empty and tired.