[Natsume hums softly in thought, releasing Junpei's hand so he can eat, though of course he immediately reaches out for one of the long fuzzy lop ears instead.]
[ As ever, the hand on his ear causes him to relax noticeably, and he seems to allow himself to enjoy working on a lettuce heart before he pauses to answer the question. ]
Either. As long as you consider them a friend.
[ The heart must be very tasty, because he's taking his time to savor it, his nibbles very measured as his face lights up. ]
[Natsume quietly makes a mental note of that. Lettuce hearts are a favorite.]
Mmm, well, there's Sensei, though he insists he's more bodyguard than friend. And Nishimura and Kitamoto, I know them from school. Taki and Tanuma are...they know about the stuff I can see. Taki's grandfather could and Tanuma sort of can. He can see shadows and flickers of things.
[There's a brief, dreamy look that flickers across Natsume's face at the last name. It's soft, mostly nostalgic now, though in the first few days he'd been in Folkmore it was a wild, tangible ache, missing Tanuma specifically.]
[That gets a scrunched-up face.] Not especially. I like learning things, but school is...complicated.
[He looks down at the ear he's stroking between his fingers.] Most schools are old, and have lots of things lurking around them. Since I'm the only one who can see them, they tend to...target me. And when I react, I get a reputation as someone weird.
So. Not really, no. [He doesn't ask if Junpei likes school. He knows that answer.]
[ A frown forms on Junpei’s lips, imagining kind, gentle Natsume being treated poorly. Humans are the worst even in another world. ]
That’s ... so unfair. The types that really seem so eager to be cruel. It’s more about feeling above someone than anything. I despise people like that.
[Natsume glances upwards, then reaches out for Junpei's hand again. It's strange that he can already recognize that look, the old hurt flaring up into anger.]
People are cruel when they don't understand something. It doesn't make it right, but...I never blamed anyone.
[ There’s a bitterness to his tone. Junpei most definitely blamed those that harassed him. Hated them. Even as he wanted to just be indifferent to them. To not care one way or the other. ]
As long as you’re here, you’ll never have to deal with that again. You’re not weird ... you’re ... perfect. In every way.
[Natsume hums softly, that noise he makes when he's thinking seriously about something, or when he disagrees but doesn't want to say it right out.] It makes us different. It could even be argued it makes me weak and you strong.
[He reaches for his bag again, tugging it onto his lap and starting to pull something out.] I'm not perfect. But it's...nice to not be treated like there's something wrong with me. So. Thank you.
[It comes out a bit awkward, but it's accompanied by the soft curl of his fluffy tail, around Junpei's wrist, squeezing gently. Natsume can't quite articulate how strange and wonderful it is to not be treated like a freak, can't put it into words.
As for what he's pulling out it's...the same ear coverings he'd made weeks ago. Not new ones, not redone or with anything added, at least at first glance. It's the same set that Junpei's always had. Except, upon closer look, these ones are radiating with some sort of intense, powerful energy. Somehow.]
[ Junpei can’t really fathom anyone not being enraptured by Natsume, let alone being cruel to him. The idea of someone calling him a ‘freak’ makes a sharp pang of anger cut through him, and it’s only dulled by the realization the other is showing him what’s in the bag.
The truth is even if it was just more ear coverings he’d be happy, but when he notices the energy he looks up at Natsume with a quizzical expression. ]
Is it ... a protection spell?
[ It’s an educated guess based on other things he knows Natsume has been working on and his intense focus on Junpei’s safety. He would have to be exceptionally oblivious not to notice how protective of him the other was. ]
[Natsume nods, beaming brightly.] Yes, exactly. You're so smart.
[He turns the tops of the coverings inside out, showing the tiny embroidered symbols around the hem.] I added it to all of them, just in case. It's -- it'll keep away anything or anyone that's trying to, um. Hurt you.
[His eyes flick upwards, suddenly serious.] I know you don't...you don't ever want to be manipulated or used again. And I don't want you to ever be hurt by anything, but I'm not...I'm not very strong. I can't do very much to keep you safe.
[ Every time Natsume calls him smart, he feels like he could fly.
He observes the added protective symbols in quiet awe, fingers coming up to run along the stitching as he feels almost faint with affection.
All this care. All this work. All this worry. For him. ]
Natsume ...
[ He dips his head in to press their lips together, overwhelmed by his feelings as he so often is when it comes to this boy. All he wants now is to feel that connection, that spark of electric energy that runs between them when they kiss. ]
[Natsume makes a soft, pleasantly surprised sound at the sudden kiss, eyes closing automatically as he leans in. He's gotten much better at kissing, thanks to...lots of practice.
When he pulls back to breathe, there's soft, contented purring rumbling in his chest.] So...you like them?
[ The purring. It rumbles right through him, wrapping like a hug around his soul. There’s a rare sight on his face - a huge smile and eyes that shine with adoration. Happiness. So real and so bright he feels like he’s radiating heat like a sun. ]
I do ... I ...
[ He brings a hand out to place on Natsume’s thigh, rubbing little circles. ]
... I want to ... go to the bedroom ... right now ...
-- oh. Ohhhhh. [There is, hilariously, a moment where Natsume is convinced that Junpei wants to take a nap. He's still not great at picking up innuendo sometimes.
But he gets it eventually, tail and ears perking up in excitement.] You do? Really? Was it the cucumbers?
[Natsume's ears twitch happily, tail swaying happily to and fro behind him. At this point it's easier to pinpoint the positions these two haven't tried, and Natsume really enjoys them all. He definitely enjoys being bossy and more dominant, but that doesn't really have anything to do with whether he's on top or bottom.
Case in point: he steps closer, tail sliding around Junpei's waist, pulling him closer. Natsume's expression is all sweetness, even as he purrs:] Only if you promise to wreck me.
[ Had you told Junpei when he’d arrived that in a short couple months he’d be exchanging lovesick words and innuendo with another person on a regular basis he’d have scoffed at you. But now it flowed so easily between them, even as they had trouble putting a label on it from their various hang ups. The request has his face lighting up as he leans in to give an even deeper kiss to the other boy, tongue seeking tongue as if it was a requirement to stay alive.
Natsume made it very hard to even get to the bedroom sometimes. Even now parting from him long enough to walk the short distance to the bed seemed too agonizing. ]
[The Natsume who'd arrived in Folkmore would've been similarly scandalized. Him, mild-mannered and polite and introverted, turning the kind of person who'd trip over his own feet following someone else to their bedroom?
...actually, the tripping part makes sense, nevermind. But the way Natsume slides his arms and his tail around Junpei, presses him up against the wall, rising up onto his tiptoes and kissing him over and over until he's lightheaded -- that part would've been impossible to imagine.]
Your hallway's too long. [This is grumbled between kisses. Then Natsume pauses.] My hallway? Your hallway.
[He looks around for a moment, trying to figure out whose house he's in.] Your hallway. [Back to kissing.]
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Human or yokai?
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Either. As long as you consider them a friend.
[ The heart must be very tasty, because he's taking his time to savor it, his nibbles very measured as his face lights up. ]
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Mmm, well, there's Sensei, though he insists he's more bodyguard than friend. And Nishimura and Kitamoto, I know them from school. Taki and Tanuma are...they know about the stuff I can see. Taki's grandfather could and Tanuma sort of can. He can see shadows and flickers of things.
[There's a brief, dreamy look that flickers across Natsume's face at the last name. It's soft, mostly nostalgic now, though in the first few days he'd been in Folkmore it was a wild, tangible ache, missing Tanuma specifically.]
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When he says that last name with a slightly different tone, Junpei blinks curiously.
He wants to ask more about this person, someone that Natsume is clearly fond of, but there's a niggling worry he'll sound too nosy.
So, instead, he asks another question: ]
Do you ... enjoy school?
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[He looks down at the ear he's stroking between his fingers.] Most schools are old, and have lots of things lurking around them. Since I'm the only one who can see them, they tend to...target me. And when I react, I get a reputation as someone weird.
So. Not really, no. [He doesn't ask if Junpei likes school. He knows that answer.]
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That’s ... so unfair. The types that really seem so eager to be cruel. It’s more about feeling above someone than anything. I despise people like that.
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People are cruel when they don't understand something. It doesn't make it right, but...I never blamed anyone.
[He still doesn't. Even when he should.]
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[ There’s a bitterness to his tone. Junpei most definitely blamed those that harassed him. Hated them. Even as he wanted to just be indifferent to them. To not care one way or the other. ]
As long as you’re here, you’ll never have to deal with that again. You’re not weird ... you’re ... perfect. In every way.
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[He reaches for his bag again, tugging it onto his lap and starting to pull something out.] I'm not perfect. But it's...nice to not be treated like there's something wrong with me. So. Thank you.
[It comes out a bit awkward, but it's accompanied by the soft curl of his fluffy tail, around Junpei's wrist, squeezing gently. Natsume can't quite articulate how strange and wonderful it is to not be treated like a freak, can't put it into words.
As for what he's pulling out it's...the same ear coverings he'd made weeks ago. Not new ones, not redone or with anything added, at least at first glance. It's the same set that Junpei's always had. Except, upon closer look, these ones are radiating with some sort of intense, powerful energy. Somehow.]
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The truth is even if it was just more ear coverings he’d be happy, but when he notices the energy he looks up at Natsume with a quizzical expression. ]
Is it ... a protection spell?
[ It’s an educated guess based on other things he knows Natsume has been working on and his intense focus on Junpei’s safety. He would have to be exceptionally oblivious not to notice how protective of him the other was. ]
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[He turns the tops of the coverings inside out, showing the tiny embroidered symbols around the hem.] I added it to all of them, just in case. It's -- it'll keep away anything or anyone that's trying to, um. Hurt you.
[His eyes flick upwards, suddenly serious.] I know you don't...you don't ever want to be manipulated or used again. And I don't want you to ever be hurt by anything, but I'm not...I'm not very strong. I can't do very much to keep you safe.
But I can do this. If. If it's okay with you.
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He observes the added protective symbols in quiet awe, fingers coming up to run along the stitching as he feels almost faint with affection.
All this care. All this work. All this worry. For him. ]
Natsume ...
[ He dips his head in to press their lips together, overwhelmed by his feelings as he so often is when it comes to this boy. All he wants now is to feel that connection, that spark of electric energy that runs between them when they kiss. ]
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When he pulls back to breathe, there's soft, contented purring rumbling in his chest.] So...you like them?
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I do ... I ...
[ He brings a hand out to place on Natsume’s thigh, rubbing little circles. ]
... I want to ... go to the bedroom ... right now ...
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But he gets it eventually, tail and ears perking up in excitement.] You do? Really? Was it the cucumbers?
[Like this isn't Junpei's default state.]
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It’s you. It’s always you. You bring it out in me.
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He hops up, happily taking the offered hand, tail already reaching out to curl around Junpei's waist.] What, ah. How do you want to...?
cw: UH SEX STUFF
[ He lifts the hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it gently, tenderly. ]
Does that sound good?
cw: bow chika wow~
Case in point: he steps closer, tail sliding around Junpei's waist, pulling him closer. Natsume's expression is all sweetness, even as he purrs:] Only if you promise to wreck me.
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[ Had you told Junpei when he’d arrived that in a short couple months he’d be exchanging lovesick words and innuendo with another person on a regular basis he’d have scoffed at you. But now it flowed so easily between them, even as they had trouble putting a label on it from their various hang ups. The request has his face lighting up as he leans in to give an even deeper kiss to the other boy, tongue seeking tongue as if it was a requirement to stay alive.
Natsume made it very hard to even get to the bedroom sometimes. Even now parting from him long enough to walk the short distance to the bed seemed too agonizing. ]
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...actually, the tripping part makes sense, nevermind. But the way Natsume slides his arms and his tail around Junpei, presses him up against the wall, rising up onto his tiptoes and kissing him over and over until he's lightheaded -- that part would've been impossible to imagine.]
Your hallway's too long. [This is grumbled between kisses. Then Natsume pauses.] My hallway? Your hallway.
[He looks around for a moment, trying to figure out whose house he's in.] Your hallway. [Back to kissing.]