Petty indiscretions from a decade ago replay clearly in his memory. He's the sort of guy who will count how many times a certain annoying quirk comes up, or keep score in a mundane competition only he's aware of.
What a treasure.
Solomon's talking, not washing his back; Takasugi growls. An almost inaudible sound, it's easier to notice in the disrupted bubbles between them, a few clumps flying through the air to settle on the ends of Solomon's curls.
His hair may be greasy, but at least it's not wavy.
The physical affection does nothing to alleviate his irritation, but it's enough to put any complaints on pause. Takasugi's shoulders stretch into the careful motions, but he barely gets time to consider truly relaxing into it before he's shoved onto his back.
Legs as awkwardly splayed as they were, he slips down without much resistance. His knees remain above the water, though mostly submerged in fizzling bubbles. Where his head goes under, a hole in the foam reveals his face.
A deep set scowl, too clear through the foggy air.
The bandage around his head slips, loosening enough for more clumps of hair to drift heavily in the water. It reveals more of his features, but nothing marred - he's not quite so disheveled.
Just too annoyed with being so easily toppled to keep wearing his coy smile. He may have relaxed, just a little.
Raising one hand from the water, the crash of drops on its surface loud juxtaposed with the soft trickling moments before, he reaches to grab for Solomon. His hair, ideally, but he'll settle for a shoulder or bicep.
Pull him down and resurface, all in one.] Then start.
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Petty indiscretions from a decade ago replay clearly in his memory. He's the sort of guy who will count how many times a certain annoying quirk comes up, or keep score in a mundane competition only he's aware of.
What a treasure.
Solomon's talking, not washing his back; Takasugi growls. An almost inaudible sound, it's easier to notice in the disrupted bubbles between them, a few clumps flying through the air to settle on the ends of Solomon's curls.
His hair may be greasy, but at least it's not wavy.
The physical affection does nothing to alleviate his irritation, but it's enough to put any complaints on pause. Takasugi's shoulders stretch into the careful motions, but he barely gets time to consider truly relaxing into it before he's shoved onto his back.
Legs as awkwardly splayed as they were, he slips down without much resistance. His knees remain above the water, though mostly submerged in fizzling bubbles. Where his head goes under, a hole in the foam reveals his face.
A deep set scowl, too clear through the foggy air.
The bandage around his head slips, loosening enough for more clumps of hair to drift heavily in the water. It reveals more of his features, but nothing marred - he's not quite so disheveled.
Just too annoyed with being so easily toppled to keep wearing his coy smile.
He may have relaxed, just a little.Raising one hand from the water, the crash of drops on its surface loud juxtaposed with the soft trickling moments before, he reaches to grab for Solomon. His hair, ideally, but he'll settle for a shoulder or bicep.
Pull him down and resurface, all in one.] Then start.