[WHAT IF KOJURO'S HEARING MASAMUNES IN S- wait fuck i already did that one
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Okay, fine. What if Masamune's the one doing the hearing? Use a pipe to lure rats, use a flute for dragons; not even a minute in to Kojuro's playing and Masamune has found a way to extricate himself from whatever social obligation he was tied up in (not that he's ever been one to waste time on tactfulness anyway) and seat himself on the floor behind Kojuro, leaning fully against his back. The very same routine they've had for years, from when Bontenmaru's head barely reached Kojuro's shoulder blades up until now, as Masamune comfortably the back of his head against the curve of Kojuro's neck. Two perfectly fitting pieces.
Of course he doesn't dare interrupt that peaceful, nostalgic tune. Amongst all the chaos of the party (which he instigates by choice), it's nice to have something that's calm and familiar to grant him just the briefest respite. He's not tired, per se, but he's had more than enough alcohol to feel warm and fuzzy and veeery relaaaxed... enough so that he might fall asleep, were he in his own home, and if he weren't sober enough to remember that Yukimura's still wide awake. Like hell Masamune's going to let anybody out-party him, but especially not him.
It doesn't even take being as attuned to Masamune's needs as Kojuro is to catch on that he's hit a lull, though. When the music does stop, the most commentary he offers is a pleased, sleepy little hmmmmmh. Beautiful playing as always, Kojuro.]
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Okay, fine. What if Masamune's the one doing the hearing? Use a pipe to lure rats, use a flute for dragons; not even a minute in to Kojuro's playing and Masamune has found a way to extricate himself from whatever social obligation he was tied up in (not that he's ever been one to waste time on tactfulness anyway) and seat himself on the floor behind Kojuro, leaning fully against his back. The very same routine they've had for years, from when Bontenmaru's head barely reached Kojuro's shoulder blades up until now, as Masamune comfortably the back of his head against the curve of Kojuro's neck. Two perfectly fitting pieces.
Of course he doesn't dare interrupt that peaceful, nostalgic tune. Amongst all the chaos of the party (which he instigates by choice), it's nice to have something that's calm and familiar to grant him just the briefest respite. He's not tired, per se, but he's had more than enough alcohol to feel warm and fuzzy and veeery relaaaxed... enough so that he might fall asleep, were he in his own home, and if he weren't sober enough to remember that Yukimura's still wide awake. Like hell Masamune's going to let anybody out-party him, but especially not him.
It doesn't even take being as attuned to Masamune's needs as Kojuro is to catch on that he's hit a lull, though. When the music does stop, the most commentary he offers is a pleased, sleepy little hmmmmmh. Beautiful playing as always, Kojuro.]