[HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES WILL HE HAVE TO YELL THAT THAT IS HIS GODDAMN SON LET MINI LIVE
But yeah, no. He's not fucking explaining that shit to Masamune when they've both been on the goon. As long as there's no urge to go lopping 'imposters' heads off, then he's fine to leave it be until necessary.
BESIDES, PRIORITIES. Sorry, Masamini. Mom's busy getting hit on in public and looking flustered as fuck for it. If Masamune has the subtlety to keep it to Oshuu proper and singular company, then Kojuro usually...Has more control over his facial expressions, at least. But there's open-faced surprise on his rapidly flushing face, like somehow he wasn't expecting this. REALLY, KOJURO?] Ah...
There are no quarters here, my lord. It will have to wait until morning, but rest assured that I could never forget what you look like, down to the last detail. My dear friend and you...Are very different. [Time to pour himself some sake and get bolder about his own dipshit flirting, at least.] Your hair catches amber in the light, like his eye. But your eye is akin to a gathering storm in its depth, your voice more like rolling thunder. Every scar you have, I have witnessed; I could not tell you his scars.
[And he has the fucking balls to try and look demure as he says all this gay shit, eyes cast to the side and lips barely grazing the rim of his cup.] This Kojuro could never forget what his lord looks like.
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But yeah, no. He's not fucking explaining that shit to Masamune when they've both been on the goon. As long as there's no urge to go lopping 'imposters' heads off, then he's fine to leave it be until necessary.
BESIDES, PRIORITIES. Sorry, Masamini. Mom's busy getting hit on in public and looking flustered as fuck for it. If Masamune has the subtlety to keep it to Oshuu proper and singular company, then Kojuro usually...Has more control over his facial expressions, at least. But there's open-faced surprise on his rapidly flushing face, like somehow he wasn't expecting this. REALLY, KOJURO?] Ah...
There are no quarters here, my lord. It will have to wait until morning, but rest assured that I could never forget what you look like, down to the last detail. My dear friend and you...Are very different. [Time to pour himself some sake and get bolder about his own dipshit flirting, at least.] Your hair catches amber in the light, like his eye. But your eye is akin to a gathering storm in its depth, your voice more like rolling thunder. Every scar you have, I have witnessed; I could not tell you his scars.
[And he has the fucking balls to try and look demure as he says all this gay shit, eyes cast to the side and lips barely grazing the rim of his cup.] This Kojuro could never forget what his lord looks like.