#dezaiasu

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[mugiwara-shuenobi]

[chosenoah-blog]

❛ ick. how can someone so beautiful have such a disgusting habit? but don't worry, tyki, i'll love you in spite of it. ~ ❜

      “ i’m eternally grateful for your unwavering loyalty and support, sheril. “ he’d murmur, words ribboned with sarcasm ; the only thing missing being an eye-roll. he didn’t much care how others viewed his habit, but if it bothered him so … gloved hand would relieve his mouth of the cigarette, the noah drawing in close to the marginally taller one opposite him, before lips would part, blowing smoke into the man’s face, humorously, a smug, taunting smirk decorating his features, shortly afterward.

[chosenoah-blog]

*has some of tyki's hair placed in his palm and pets it* so beautiful~!

     “ it’s not much different from yours, you know? “ he’d arch his brow, visibly, hand rising, briefly, in an attempt to brush sheril’s hand away – before sighing, lowly, and shrugging his shoulders somewhat in dismissal. as long as he wasn’t being weird about it, he saw no reason to force him away. who knew how long he’d remain tame, however. especially once he realized tyki was allowing him to handle his hair as he pleased.

[chosenoah-blog]

*attempts to smooch*

     he could hardly contain the twitch of annoyance that graced his brow, putting a rather sizable distance between himself and his fellow noah ; hands curling into fists at his sides. did he always have to be so invasive? honestly. you’d think his smoking habit alone would deter him from drawing so close.

     “ hey, sheril… i heard road is going on a date with that walker boy. you sure you should be wasting your time trying to fondle me? “ a low-blow, and he knew it – also a lie. but there was no other way of getting him to focus on anything else. there was no fighting fair when it came to his pesky brother.

[chosenoah-blog]

*cups tyki's face* what a handsome ~! i'm so lucky ~!

     tyki would breathe a quiet sigh between parted lips ; gloved hand rising to palm his brother’s face, none-too-gently, giving a pointed, unamused stare at being the brunt of his perverse ogling, once more. “ hey, sheri … “ rang gruff, almost inaudible tones, taking a long, soothing drag from his cigarette, before continuing.

     “ if you keep doing that… your hands might come up missing, you know? “ an empty threat, of course. for now. his annoyance hadn’t grown so severe that it’d come to blows - but it was beyond weird. part of him wanted to go out and find sheril someone else to fawn over so he’d be free of all of the prodding and preening.