[Takasugi's not sure he's ever seen Solomon so conflicted.
Of course, it's over a garment. Superficial thing, the value of the gift - and who had given it - factors in, surely. But not enough to consider what Takasugi's intentions were. Wear the damn thing-
With how sorrowful Solomon's eyes are as he regards the yukata, Takasugi can tell that isn't going to happen.
And, in his obstinance, the bastard demands another favor.
The request is met with a long stare.
A combination of boldness, unveiled selfishness, and the fact that Solomon actually knew that foreign word sway his decision. He turns away wordlessly, a sigh visible in his shoulders so subtly it could be a trick of the light.
(He's got more than one.)
Takasugi returns with a haori, as requested, and another garment. Black, it's not entirely possible to tell what it is. (It's these leggings.) He expects Solomon to wear the whole ensemble, because a haori with white suit pants looks.
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Of course, it's over a garment. Superficial thing, the value of the gift - and who had given it - factors in, surely. But not enough to consider what Takasugi's intentions were. Wear the damn thing-
With how sorrowful Solomon's eyes are as he regards the yukata, Takasugi can tell that isn't going to happen.
And, in his obstinance, the bastard demands another favor.
The request is met with a long stare.
A combination of boldness, unveiled selfishness, and the fact that Solomon actually knew that foreign word sway his decision. He turns away wordlessly, a sigh visible in his shoulders so subtly it could be a trick of the light.
(He's got more than one.)
Takasugi returns with a haori, as requested, and another garment. Black, it's not entirely possible to tell what it is. (It's these leggings.) He expects Solomon to wear the whole ensemble, because a haori with white suit pants looks.
Tragic.]