we are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe.

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i don't know why you think spamming me with shit is going to help anything

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[protential]

[The grass in the backyard--you know, their backyard--feels so good on Hikaru's bare feet. He opens his eyes and looks down at them, at his toes curling and meshing with the vivid green, and he wonders why he was so worried about his future here. There's really no better place they could have found for living together. To be honest, he still doesn't know how they were ever able to afford it... The house itself is more traditional than not, without too many modern upgrades, but it's still functional and comfortable. The backyard is just incredible--totally unlike the uninspiring, sardine-packed neighborhood he had to grow up in. Here, the backyard is a sprawling dream with its own large pond and wildflowers in abundance. The smell of it is so good, so fresh; he can't help but breathe in deeper with each breath. He's careful, though, not to jostle Akira and Akira's warm perch on his shoulder. He's being careful not to do anything to upset Akira again, not after what he did earlier, not after all the stupid things he did and said...

Hikaru exhales into a quiet laugh, and he licks the evidence of cookies-and-cream from his own lips.] If I ask you nicely, [he murmurs, because he knows how to be nice when he wants to be,] can you make it so it's longer than a bit? Maybe you could let it happen on its own? [They do have an official function to attend in the mid-morning, but it isn't mandatory, technically speaking, when it's compared to most other things. He isn't aiming for the extra sleep so much as the chance to ease Akira awake without the help of a blaring alarm clock.] Then we can really take our time, and... you know, enjoy our first morning together. Our first real morning together.

[No vinegar to speak of. This is honey all the way down, every last drop.]

That sounds good, right? You can't tell me it doesn't sound good...