The Lazy Genuis

🏹 I feel like I have become the eepy boy as of late too much. Cx

🏹 I know I have been away, but I am ready to return. Life is oki doki.

🏹 Just an update, I try to balance my accounts replies, which isn't the issue here. Just irl work related stuff, and I may just be overreacting, but past history has left me scarred and traumatized, so just gathering myself before I can face you all again. Temp hiatus/slower than normal replies.

"Would be nice, for war veterans... One less painful reminder..."

Unless otherwise stated, scars were nothing but toxic reminders. Tormenting the mind.

"Makes sense to me. Perfect sense if I am to be honest."

Harumasa replied. Leaving him to think about his own sentimental gifts. His headband.

🏹 Personally I would say that might be best. Then again it might not. Just comes down to preference and organization. If it is easier to keep track of everything on one account and maintain muse do it, if not, maybe keeping them separate will work better.

Caressing the cheek where a scar once stood.

"Your painful memory, it lingers. Not in the flesh but in the mind.."

With his imagination, he could see it. The injury now healed up. As well as Wanderer sewing it shut.

"Oh... Funny how we relate, despite the obvious differences and circumstances. The conclusion or rather the feeling in the end, is the same..."

Asaba would take his hand and rub where she rubbed. +

"At first it was to cover up my shame, my humiliation, and my sorrow, but now, it's grown on me."

Thus, emphasizing the stylish aspect.

"I could see myself wearing it as a fashion statement. ~"

Her look left him intrigued, as if she had something on her mind, but he doubts she would tell him.

It was very peculiar for her to be so forward like this. Though, it was a welcomed change.

Everything was fine and good. As perhaps the choker caught her eye, its design, maybe it's color.

That was until he realized what had happened. She saw, didn't she?

"A stylish cover to hide the past..."

Was there something wrong with his choker?

Why was she staring? Let alone, does she want to grab it?

Her hand is raised. Perhaps she wants one or curious, as to why he had one.

"Wanderer, something on your mind?"

Harumasa had gone on to ask.
Looking upon her, with a warm smile, yet confused look

🏹 My cyborg cowboy muse approves of this post! Boothill approved!

🏹 My inner Harumasa is crying. Three day weekend. I could use a whole day to sleep in. ~

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑.. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆?~

- #MouthMondy

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The young man would be conflicted. He is having a serious mental debate. Balancing the scales if you may. She is perfect wife material. Is she taken though? Was it a sweet sentiment or were there obvious hints? He groans for he does not know.

🏹 Depends on where she is kissing, the cheek, forehead, or lips. If Loid is present and this isn't an AU Yor, Harumasa is just blushing from the sweet sentiment and flattered.

If AU Yor, these two are going to bond over being quirky and badass. No matter where the kiss was given. ~

The only affliction Harumasa would care to be suffering from. Curse him to eternal damnation of hallucinating that he is haunted by her. Even if he manages to wake up and ends up depressed, still a better end than what he has now.

"Found my excuse for always being tired, without worrying others.~"

Seeing the other just floating about and lost in thought, sparked a playful note out of the young man. Leading to, him adorning her with various items. One such item was a crown made of flowers. Places gently on her head. Another was a small pet, that happily nestled into her care.

"What else?"

A floral fragrance native to your homeland perhaps.~

"Perhaps I can assist you with that. We can't have you starving now, can we? ~"

Her gesture was happily welcomed as he nuzzled int her hand.

"Both! Definitely both. ~"

It was true though. That was spot on. Her assessment was far too accurate for anyone who knows him to debate on. Including himself. Asaba was both lucky and stubborn. Many would have given up, yet he did not.

🏹 Tell me about it. My weekend went in the blink of an eye. Slept for most of it, because work left the week so tiring. I hope my schedule gets fixed so I can at least have a single full day off.

🏹 Yes! ~

🏹 Ohs? ~

It took Harumasa to think, but in the end, he could only speak for himself. For who knows, maybe in his world, people did think like that.

"Possibly, possibly not. I can only speak for myself. There are always truths and assumptions, especially based around one's experience."

He would reply.

"Then if it is rude to stare, would it better I just act? As I am now? I find myself under a spell, one leaving me involuntarily drooling metaphorically, to taste every last inch of you. Which I will! ~"

That he did, as Asaba leaned in and had a lick of her neck, that went into a kiss after.

Without word or warning, hands lashed out, not aggressively, but they were assertive. Gripping her hips. Firmly so. With each finger pressing into that waist of theirs. Possessiveness infused. Yet also very needy. Pulling the two closer. Action! Action was king. Desire the driving force. +

This seducing figure. Why was there this mysterious force, guiding him towards her, rather than respectfully away. Yet, that is how he was able to move. Following all the signs that pointed towards the other. Inching closer, as he soon came into reach to hold her. Hands acting on their own. +