( More than okay with that he silently leads him along the sidewalk. It gives him a chance to get a handle on his thoughts. Perhaps he should show more of his happiness at the fact that he was alive, yet there was this frustration that gnawed at him. )
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γ €βI can see that.β ( A hand slowly lowers the flyer away from his face. He knows what heβs implying, theyβve been through this song and dance before. However, because Itadori does not verbally ask him to come along, he does not give an answer in regards to going. )
Shoves a flyer right up in @ratioflashes.bsky.social face. β Nanamin! Cherry Blossom Festival is cominβ up! β This is not only his way of informing him, but also asking him to come along.
( A bitter part of him wants to say βnot long enoughβ. The Night Parade was the last he had truly heard of him, and to recall that day wasβ¦ Distasteful, to say the least. The last time he believes they truly conversed was shortly after Haibaraβs death. )
( He grabs her hand, quick yet gentle, her words buzzing around in his skull. It brightens his mood unnecessarily more than anticipated. ) Careful. Your bias is showingβ¦
(Her smile broadens upon hearing that 'laugh' of his. She tilts her head, amused.) To have someone like you who loves me... Why would I not be proud of who you are? What you can do? (There is pure awe in her voice, her eyes. Asha touches his arm, trails her fingers down to his hand.)
γ €βJust tired.β ( He says nearly immediately in reassurance, as if it were rehearsed. As she expected. At times it was something he could not help, especially when it came to not wanting to burden children. However he was not so absorbed to know she could see right through it. )
βNanami-san, are you alright?β She thinks for a moment, realizing heβll just say heβs tired or something. Brush it off. All of them tended to do that. βWould you like to come by the shop for coffee? Miss Asha is supposed to come by soon.β
. . . ( His eyebrow twitches. Just by way of greeting, Nanami is reminded of something else: for all the respect he held and still has for him, there was a reason why Geto and Gojo were best friends. Perhaps he should find it comforting that Geto did smile at him after all this time. )
( Long black hair and sharp eyes. Distinctively ones he remembers from those days. For those memories to rise now to see someone even remotely similar to * him... He rubs his temple with a sigh. No, surely he is just tired. )
( His lips quirk up slightly. Always a loaded question. But today was strangely and thankfully uneventful. He assesses how he's feeling right now. Not especially tired, save from paper work about curses and finished missions, he wasnβt called in for anything out of the ordinary. )
β Hushβ¦ β Her voice is soft, matching just the hint of playfulness he has. Her thumb rubs along his knuckles, eyes opening just slightly. β And how are you feeling, hm..? β
( There is a huff that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, not just at her words but also at the way her words make him feel. It loosened something in him. It was wonderfully frustrating, in a way. He never cared about how he appeared so much before. He barely does now. ) ... Prideful, hm?
(She pauses. Hm. Kento speak. Sometimes he says things directly and other times he does not. It is endearing all the same.) Are you saying you don't like me seeing you fight so intensely? Nothing unsightly about that. Seeing your strength puts me at ease. And makes me rather prideful.
( He is not sure that revelation makes him feel much better... But her affection lightens his chest. ) It is troublesome to have you see me in aggression, regardless on the nature of our jobs. It feels... Unsightly.
(She smiles slightly and pecks his cheek.) Please. I've seen you in rougher ones, my love.
( The idea of sparring right now is terribly unappealing, so he would have to do a raincheck on that. If Todo would like to chat... That idea is also unappealing due to the fact that Nanami has some things to do in an hour or so, but it is preferred over getting worked up in training. )
β β β What other word could possibly be used for a day without adrenaline? Excitement? Even for all of their unexpected free time, he cannot even go see Takada-chan today... Truly unfortunate. Perhaps he would like to spar to get the blood pumping!? β β β
Honey... What do you think Heartless taste like?
; We're not continuing this. π
How enthusiastic. I do not quite believe we are married...
Husband, husband, huSBANDβ
( The corner of his lips curve upwards for a brief moment, fond and amused. It seems her reluctance of being 'too wanting' falls when she is exhausted. He finds it endearing. His hand finds hers, intertwining their fingers as he sits beside her, legs crossed. )
β She nods mutely. Sometimes it feel as though every other day is just a long one. Though his presence helps... She leans back against the couch, holding her hand out for his.
γ €βLong day..?β ( He asks. Uselessly. Of course he already knows the answer. )
β She yawns.
( Saddening is not quite the word he would use for a moment of peace without so much mess for a change... )
β β β It is UNBEARABLY quiet... Not even the boring dark one is here. How saddening. β β β
( Lack of stranger-danger? That is not the least bit surprising. )
Hey, social people can get shy, too! Besides, it's been said he has a problem with his lack of 'stranger-danger', so he's trying to work on it.
@tranquilchains.bsky.social ; Okay wife can come back now
( Itβs hard to say whether or not he does it purposefully, bringing her back to reality so quickly. He does, however, chuckle softly at her regardless because he is far too aware of the effect he can have on her. His hand moves to rest on her head, smoothing down her hair until she speaks. )
β She was expecting literally anything else after he just kissed her. After a pause she raises her head, expression careful and quizzical. β Why Minerva? β