As quietly as possible, he approached Itachi from behind, intending to surprise him. They were in a good place figuratively, and he wanted to be more affectionate than he had been as of late. "Itachi," was said softly before he stepped closer, quickly planting a kiss upon his cheek, "For you. I hope, uhm... I was able to make your day a bit better."
He’d been in the gardens for the better part of the day, finding the time to center himself for the upcoming outing. It’s not something that he needs normally but the prince figures having a peace of mind would mean well for being the future leader of his people. Itachi liked the thought of seeing what needed to be done in order to make his people comfortable, and just what they might need to continue following and being loyal underneath his rule.
Soft footfalls elude him for a moment, as did the call of his name. But the press of a kiss against his cheek has him nearly bristling and his dark gaze falls on the other prince. There’s several beats of silence and eyes narrow. Itachi knows they must remain cordial for the sake of appearances but this was ridiculous. A hand came up and gently smacked against Shuu’s healing features and firmly pushed him away. Embarrassing! ❝…make my day better? Is that what this attempt at a farce was? ❞
Eyes narrow into slits and he tips his head, staring down the bridge of his nose at the other nose. ❝We are not close enough for you to pull this. If you ever try this again, we will have words, am I understood?❞