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[keepingshop]

[ kimihiro lets shizuka do all the things he never thought he would let anyone do much less call his own. kimihiro lets shizuka look at him closer than anyone else ever will and kimihiro lets shizuka take his chin between his fingers these days not as a challenge unable to be backed down from but rather as an expression of mutual fondness: i like when you look at me.

the way that kimihiro kisses shizuka back is also fondness, is love, is like, is trust. he leans up into it the way shizuka always invites him, allowing himself to not be subdued by the fact of the public space, at least for a few moments. these moments are long enough that when they part, he's breathless, but it's a pleasant sort of gasping dizziness that rather than making him feel off-kilter, makes him feel alive.

not just existing. well and truly alive.

his head to shizuka's shoulder, his nose touches the line of his neck and he sighs. ]

I've gotten disrespectful in my old age.

[ a joke, in a sense. they're older not old. and it's not per se disrespectful in that they haven't done anything to warrant such a strong word, yet. but the wihmsy of it appealed to kimihiro when he said it, the trace edges of his shop facade mixing with his reality, the coyness of it that's ten times more affectionate in this frame than it would be any other. ]

[piercesshadows]

[Doumeki snorted, touching his cheek atop Kimihiro's hair, the damp strands tickling his cheek. This was comfortable, the weight of Kimihiro's head on his shoulder, breath cooling his steam-warmed skin.]

You've gotten more shameless, you mean.

[There were hints of humor and approval in his tone. Dry hair splitting, a fond reference to all the ways Kimihiro worried about propriety - perhaps too much in the past, like string wound up too much. All things must be in equal measure, and Doumeki appreciated Kimihiro's present fastidiousness: the attention to detail was still there, but not to the point of being, well. Unnecessarily loud.

Beyond the pool if either cared of them to look was the wide expanse of ocean, the rolling waves as tranquil as it could be above the currents of the deep.

Doumeki exhaled and looked at the spring's water in consideration. Sharing hot pot with Kimihiro seemed like a good way to cap the day - later, if not tomorrow.]

Who do you think will take offense?

[keepingshop]

Anyone would.

[So Kimihiro sniffs as he raises his head and lifts his chin slightly, that stuffiness from high school not wholly gotten out of him though some of it is just the habit of familiarity. He ruins it anyway by smiling again before turning his head to peer out at the sea and how the light plays its tones across its movements. He can almost feel them, the wherewithal of nature something wholly different than that of humans because of course it is; this ancient ever living thing that tides itself as it and the moon please. With a pang, it reminds him a little of Yuuko but that's just how it is with old and sort of lonely things for Kimihiro.

Everyone sees something different in the poignant powerful existences in the world, and for him, it's almost always the true shopkeeper.

Gently threading that thought not gone but tucked neatly away for now, slipping slightly apart from Shizuka to fully give his attention to the ocean and the shoreline so mesmerizing for how it made things disappear. This place was a good choice, and though Kimihiro thrums beneath his skin now more noticeably with the reverberation of certain old energies of the location, it's not unpleasant and it's not like the thing he encountered on the way -- also not unpleasant but certainly more complex. This just feels like a truth the way the sun is true and then with nightfall the moon. It just is.

With his back to Shizuka, it might be the most obvious weirdly, the sharp lines of his back and shoulders tense the way one wouldn't expect in the hot spring, locked in with an attention that's slightly singleminded.

He has not considered, weirdly for him, dinner, but hotpot isn't something he'll say no to at a place like this where it seems appropriate and comforting. For the moment however, he just stares out.

What was the sea before it was a sea? Are there any spirits old enough to know? And how much does it hurt?

Even at such a relaxing, generous getaway as Shizuka has painstakingly provided, Kimihiro feels sort of guilty because he cannot help but wonder these things. He used to even before his role, and now more and more. Not quite a bad habit but rather, an inevitability.

A part of him now.]