#fallsews

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@fallsews said: " Slow dance? Whaa... what are you, an old man Fukuzawa? " Fukuchi ponders as he places his cup of alcohol down, he didn't even know what music was playing...

" Mayhaps, now come on, let us dance Fukuchi... the music is perfect for this kind of dance right now. " Hand in hand, Fukuzawa guides (his lover) his friend over to where they can slow dance for old times sake. They're both a couple of drinks in to say the least, and maybe it's the depths of his heart wishing– no, yearning to be so close to Fukuchi Ochi once more.

Worn yet tender fingers rest on the man's waist with one hand, the other holds the man's bigger hand as Fukuzawa leads the dance. Slowly letting Fukuchi ease into it, he's certain the man doesn't know how to dance like this so, he's trying his best give Fukuchi a guide. Little space remains between them as he hums softly to the music as he holds fondness within his normally calm and guarded gaze, as if just being within this close of proximity makes the hardened protective barrios around his heart fall for a moment. Beckoning for Fukuchi to come in and hold him this closely until the ends of time.

But alas, he knows that will not be possible, not with how their paths diverge. But... one thing is for certain, a piece of him will forever be within Fukuzawa's heart no matter what.

His mind snaps out of those thoughts as they dance together, his gaze remaining fond as he lets himself enjoy this moment. " You don't know how to slow dance, do you? " A tease with all light-hearted and affectionate intentions behind it as he lets out a soft and short chuckle. (He's still as adorable as he remembers.)

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@fallsews wished rimbaud a happy birthday: Chuuya proudly places a big box in the middle of the living room, a genuine happy smile appeared on his lips as he said: " Joyeux anniversaire, grand frère ! " The ginger exclaimed as he ran and jumped in Arthur's arms. When the man is to open the box, inside there was a warm cute blanket with the print of cats, a snow globe of a popular spot in france, some skin care products and some warm plushies. But, in the middle of everything there was another box wrapped with a golden ribbon, inside was a scarf and a small poem book. " I knit the scarf myself! My friend taught me how to do it and I spent the last months making this scarf for you with a view of our favorite valley back in France!! And the book... it's a poem book with the poems I wrote just for you, grand frère... because you and paul are my inspirations for writing poems! "

" Uwaaa... ma chère étoile! " He says sappily as he catches Chuuya in his arms with ease despite the fact his little brother was no longer a child, he never fails to catch or hold Chuuya. His heart feels full of warmth despite the fact his body feels cold, it's such a nice feeling as he hugs Chuuya tight for a few moments in a loving embrace before putting him down and slowly letting go.

Upon opening up the box, it's all too easy for his eyes to start watering up with joy as he wears a fond smile upon his visage. Oh how the boy knew how to make Rimbaud so emotional like this, it's not something many can do beyond the ones whom he holds the most dearest and nearest to his heart. And of course, Chuuya and Verlaine were the main people who fit that description to a T, because he has never held anyone as near and dear as them. He looks over the contents happily before placing the box down so he could open up the box in the middle without getting nervous he'll drop something.

As he sees the scarf and the poem book, he feels his heart melt even more than he thought possible. This has to be one of the cutest gifts ever! Oh he's so lucky to have such a loving little brother like Chuuya. It's a simple motion to wrap the scarf around him neck, enjoying the way it felt and how much love was put into it clearly. His fingers gently and carefully open the book that's filled with poems. skimming over the pages... it seems he has a new book to read in his free time that he can read over and over without getting tired. And gods, how Chuuya's words make him feel like he's been hit with a 'K.O' as they say in video games right in his heart. He almost wants to bawl his eyes out then and there. " I love this so much... it's all so amazing, I'm truly blessed to have you and Paul. I'm happy we can be your inspirations for writing poems. "

He sniffles before pulling Chuuya close and hugging him tightly. For no words can express fully how he feels, so an action in attempt to show it is simply the next best option. And because it's his little brother... he feels that he understands Rimbaud's tears and feelings.

He's so happy.

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❛  you dropped this, just marked down for the fun of it.  ❜ and knowing ayatsuji, he wasn't lying.

A sigh leaves her mouth.. of course he did. She expects nothing less of him. Though, she is surprised mildly he can sing but.. of course he would never show her. It's not like she'll ever show him her singing either!! ..Purposefully that is. " Huh... you actually managed to get a bingo or two. "

No, she's not flushing out of embarrassment, what do you mean?

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His husband's here?

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" You can forgive those teensy wittle four ones, riiight? 'Cuz you wove me!! "

" ...You already know the answer Dazai. " A sigh escapes his lips as he gives her head a pat... this women knows that he loves her so much and it's his damn weakness sometimes. Even if she drives him absolutely crazy at times.

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Her eyes dilate when she rests her eyes on her father... or perhaps is this a hallucination? A figment of her memories that she's seeing for some reason? Or maybe she's finally gone MAD after everything, because by ever reason in the world she has a hard time believing he's even breathing before her right now. She opens her mouth to speak but her voice fails her for a moment, a choked noise leaving her mouth instead at first. Which is followed be her shaking her head and taking a slow yet deep inhale. Closing her eyes for a moment before cracking them open and setting them on the person before her before uttering one simple word.

" ...Dad? " // @fallsews

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" The sunset looks really pretty... I love it. ...Thank you for taking me here Oto-San. " She hums out softly as her eyes gaze off and into the horizon, admiring the way the colors blend and fill out the sky with such great beauty, it makes her feel inspired. She knows what she's going to draw later now. She feels grateful that Fukuchi had happened to be free this time around and was able to take her to see it... it makes her happy. " Do you like watching the sunset as well..? " // @fallsews for fukuchi

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@fallsews said: ❛  i wish we had grown up together.  ❜ hs tetchou @ kenji

" Honestly... it the idea of us growing up together sounds nice and really fun Tetchou-Kun! You're really like the big brother I've never had, it's the best hanging around you... I feel like my younger siblings would've loved to have you around too, as well as the other hunting dogs! " He happily chirped before picking up a stone and skipping it over the water... it's been his favorite little thing lately to hangout with the other here and see who can get the most skips across the water's surface.

Kenji has always been the oldest in his family, the big strong older brother his siblings adored and quite frankly? He thinks his siblings and family already love Tetchou despite only having talked to them about him in his letters back home, they already want Kenji to bring him around when he has the chance. And his grandparents here in Yokohoma as well hear Kenji talk and ramble happily about Tetchou like he does with all the other people he cares for in his life. " Ooo speaking of which, do you think you'd ever have time to be able to come with me when I visit my family in the countryside? You don't have to stay long but they've been dying to meet you from what I've told them about you in my letters! "