kashinnoteuchi:
[He’s saved not only his url, but also his theme. Yes, it was Hasebe that fixed all of this. Because he’s a good man with reasonable talents and most certainly not a glasses-wearing layabout that doesn’t even NEED TO TRY IN ORDER TO GET MASTER’S ATTENTION HE’S SO FUCKING BLUEBALLED]
“Ah, Hasebe!”
Kikkou’s voice rang out in the hall before he slid the door to Hasebe’s room open with a dramatic flourish. He was alone, bored and in a mood thanks to a certain member of the citadel sucking up all of his Mistress’ attention at the moment. “Mistress Kanon has taken Akashi as her attendant today!”
It was no secret to him that Hasebe possibly maybe found him the teensiest bit frustrating due to their master’s penchant for men with astigmatism. But, Kikkou still tried his best to be friendly with him, not out of emotional sadism or anything of that sort, but, as kindred spirits in a sense. It made sense in his head.
“Isn’t it just... agonizing?” He asked. A dreamy sigh escaped the man as he collapsed onto the tatami mat below them.
“Oh, how cruel she can be! So hot one moment and than icy cold the next!” He rattled on, writhing on the ground as he waxed poetics about “neglect play” and how there is nothing more raw and powerful than being showered with adoration and attention then being told to leave... to Hasebe of all people.