[It's something he's so accustomed to, the heat, the weight of Masamune at his back, that Kojuro doesn't truly realise what it means until he hears the critique of his playing at the end. Although he knows far better than to show more than polite admiration in public, most nights, this is...
Well.
He'd be a fool to not enjoy this when everyone's tipsy and starting to wind down themselves. He's trapped in position, lest he make Masamune spill over and piss him off, but that's fine. This is fine. He can still turn his head just enough to see that mop of brown hair, twist his arm just enough to brush his fingers against whatever he can touch. Acknowledgement, appreciation, adoration.]
Close your eye, my lord. I will continue playing for you. [Said just a little louder than necessary, for the benefit of anyone nearby who had any harebrained ideas of disturbing them right now, before Kojuro pushes the warm little smile from his face and puts Shiokaze back to his lips.]
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Well.
He'd be a fool to not enjoy this when everyone's tipsy and starting to wind down themselves. He's trapped in position, lest he make Masamune spill over and piss him off, but that's fine. This is fine. He can still turn his head just enough to see that mop of brown hair, twist his arm just enough to brush his fingers against whatever he can touch. Acknowledgement, appreciation, adoration.]
Close your eye, my lord. I will continue playing for you. [Said just a little louder than necessary, for the benefit of anyone nearby who had any harebrained ideas of disturbing them right now, before Kojuro pushes the warm little smile from his face and puts Shiokaze back to his lips.]