party hard my dude | accepting

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       It was weird how things worked out.

       Hisame was the devoted retainer for Shinonome’s younger cousin, Kiragi, and he was...nothing like either prince. He was well-mannered, patient to a fault, reserved, quiet...he was no Shigure, but he was also no Kiragi, and Shino found it odd, on occasion, that the two of them had even become friends. That he’d ended up...feeling like this.

       And lo and behold, just his luck, the two of them would get stuck together on gathering duties in the middle of the evening because of a storm. It was, quite frankly, what Shino knew he’d wanted, but he’d never admit to it, and because of the prolonged time of downpour...the two had to set up camp alone, under a tree, in the center of a forest.

       It was fine.

       It was even fine later, when the two were attempting sleep and Shino laid just....juuuust a little bit away from Hisame, just far enough that he could still feel the heat from the samurai’s body, and it made his heart and stomach do things they shouldn’t have. It made him do things he shouldn’t have.

       He turned, then, to face his companion, swallowed, and moved closer, closer...and then lips pressed softly to closed lids, perhaps due to fear, but most certainly due to a last-minute decision to change trajectory.

       Whether the samurai didn’t stir due to his own will or due to sleep, Shino never knew. The prince rested his forehead against Hisame’s, let the warmth between them ease the chill of the night.

“G’night, Hisame.”

“Oh– Siegbert. Yeah, it’s Kamui’s doing alright.”

       A soft sigh and a shrug. There’s only the slightest of smiles curling at the ends of his mouth. His focus lies elsewhere, and yet he speaks up again casually.

“I don’t really get how my dad wears stuff like this all the time. It’s kind of annoying.”

are you gonna stay the night | i mean maybe accepting?

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“Heh, told you it was gonna rain.”

       The two of them had been sparring, but that ended almost as quickly as it started as stormclouds rolled in. Luckily, Shino’s place hadn’t been too far, so after a quick race for cover they had managed to get into shelter.

       Hisame’s hair was all over his face, and Shinonome, in an act of great impulse, reached over to, surprisingly gently, palm it away and tuck it behind the samurai’s ears. A big grin settled itself on his features.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s gonna stop soon either. Wanna just crash here for the night? I don’t mind.”

are you gonna stay the night | i mean maybe accepting?

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“Woah, Shigure, you’re soaked.”

       It wasn’t the most graceful or well-thought-out thing to say to the singer as he knocked for permission to enter Shino’s tent, but it was the first thing that came to mind. After a moment, the prince stepped aside, motioning for Shigure to enter.

       Did he have towels? Well, yeah, duh. He rummaged for one quickly, humming to himself in his hurry before handing a fresh towel to his unexpected guest.

“There ya go. Huh, I didn’t think it was gonna rain tonight…I guess there’s no sense in you leaving now. You can use my futon for the night, I’m fine with sleeping on the ground, alright?”

“Tutor? Huh, I didn’t know his parents were trying to tutor him…”

       He rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs half-heartedly.

“He’s kind of a handful. I don’t think studying’s his thing, though. He needs to be outside doing stuff.”

“Hereditary or not, you really shouldn’t come. Bare-handed fishing is something you’ve gotta learn how to do! It takes years–!”

       A sigh. Shino’s hand raises to the back of his neck, scratches just below the hairline awkwardly. Man, why’d Siegbert want to come fishing so badly..? After a few moments of quiet, he relents.

“...alright, alright. You can come. But! You’ve gotta know that the river’s strong. If you’re not ready and secured, you could get washed away pretty easy!”

give him things wtf | maybe accepting?

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“M-mom! Heheh, that tickles--!”

       He had to crouch a little bit for her to reach, but Shino didn’t mind at all. Whether she and dad really loved one another or not, he could tell she loved him, and it made him overjoyed. His hands took hers surprisingly gently, held them firmly as he gave her fingertips a few kisses of his own.

       A wide grin spread across his face as he looked at her before he pulled her into a hug, resting his cheek against the top of her head and sighing contentedly.

“Y’know, it’s really nice...being able to see you so much now.”