#yuichiroisms

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      “What do you want now you brat?”

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Mikaela made his way back to the campsite, carrying a few supplies on his back from the local village a couple miles East. He shifted the sack on his shoulder and continued walking, seeing the angry orange glow of the fire illuminating the rocks and the car not too far in the distance. He picked up his pace when voices reached his ears.

The dirt crunched beneath his boots as he approached the group, setting the bag down and handing out what was to be dinner for the evening. At least for the humans. He had drunk the last of his blood bottle earlier while he was in the village. 

“That man asked me to give this to you. For slaying the horseman before it ate his daughter.” He said softly, handing a small bento box to Yuichiro. “He said it wasn’t much, but he wanted to make sure everybody ate, since there wasn’t enough rations for everybody.” 

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The blonde squatted down next to Yuu, pensively watching as he attempted to get up--his failure only making him sigh. He can’t guarantee that he’s well educated when it comes to nursing sick people--but there is a cloudy instinct that attends to him after seeing Yuu with a fever. It’s a pattern/method that he used with everyone when they were sick back in Sanguinem.  He bobbed his head, narrowing his eyes. “I told you.”

He can actually feel Yuu’s fever decorate his face with sweat like steam from a tea-pot. This fever is unlike and needs definite attention. He extended both his arms, only waiting for the ravenette to take it. 

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yuichiroisms replied to your post: ��

Upon hearing Naomi’s comment Yuu tilted his head a bit to the side. A different type of gift? Shiona recommended? Just what exactly did she have for him. “Sure.” With that being said the solider grabbed a grabbed a hold of the door before turning the lock as instructed.

    As the male locked the door, slender digits tightly gripped the curtain. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. Hesitating for a moment, the teen stepped out from behind the curtain wearing a skimpy nurse’s uniform. “I-If you don’t like it, you’re not going to hurt my feelings. I personally don’t like this sort of thing.”

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    "I didn’t think it would either. Yet it was bad timing considering were stuck here until it slows down.” Naomi added as she turned her attention to the glimmering embers. It really was bad timing considering they were in the middle of battle and had to evacuate to an abandoned building. Closing her eyes, the red haired teen too leaned her head against him. 

    “Might be the only opportunity considering we might not get a chance to for awhile. I have a feeling I’m going to be booked with patients so I might not be able to see you.” As her words echoed through the empty room, a frown formed upon her lips.

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yuichiroisms replied to your post “��+ cheek (because Yuu feels like being a little romantic today.)”

Seeing the blush on his fiance's cheeks caused Yuu to let out a slight chuckle. "True. I guess I'm getting a bit more comfortable with it these days."

    “Well it’s nice to see you coming out of your shell.” Responding to his comment, Mika continue walking. “We might want to hurry up or else we’re going to get yelled at Kimizuki.”

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👄+ cheek (because Yuu feels like being a little romantic today.)

Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there

    Blushing faintly at his fiance’s actions, Mika returned the kiss. “You normally don’t down affection in public. Actually, prier to us getting engaged you never showed any affection other than hand holding in public.” He commented.

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♱  “Whipped cream is great, but how can you not like marshmallows?” Mika handed the mug to Yuichiro, his own piled high with those obnoxiously big marshmallows. He popped one into his mouth and chewed it.

“I don’t have whipped cream, I used it on the pie already. Do we need to go on an adventure to get some?” He chuckled, voice a bit muffled from the fluff that coated his mouth. An ‘adventure’ was merely a midnight run to the nearest grocery store; if it was open anyway.