[ It's a wonder if it will or not... But Kotetsu will do his best to try to keep it this way. He's... hopeful for the end, but he's too afraid to ask how long Sholmes is talking.
Sholmes has someone he's waiting for still... right? He's known this from the start. And he'd never make him choose.
He plucks the muffin from him for a second and leans in to kiss him. It's a bit deep, a little needy. ]
[How long is too long? After this, if they find a way out of here, could he really return like nothing had happened? Like his heart was never in someone else's hands?]
[He pauses, but then returns the kiss readily, hand reaching up to hold his cheek. Keep him here.]
[ He's tossing that muffin awkwardly behind him before wrapping both of his arms around Sholmes' neck.
He doesn't want to let go of this. Ever. He feels so selfish for it, that he wants to take him home with him. And maybe that's even more selfish of him... wanting Sholmes to give up his familiar to come be with him.
Would he give up his own life for this man? It's something he'd consider now, but the family that ties him to home... It's hard. How can he ask Sholmes to give up his world when he has troubles grappling with the idea of giving up his own? ]
[He's also been thinking over the same things. Over and over. What will happen, after all this is over? Kotetsu is...special. Someone he adores, with, quite literally, all his soul.]
[He murmurs into the kiss, other hand moving to hold the side of his head as he deepens it. To leave his home, the place he's had for sixteen years...would he? Would Kotetsu come see him? Was this...just doomed from the start?]
[He can't think like that. He doesn't want to think like that.]
[He wants to sink in the moment with this man, together. Forever. Eternally.]
[ He can't help but feel desperate in this kiss. Like it could end at any moment and he'd be left unsatisfied. He wants to hold on to this man for good. Even if they return to a world where their souls no longer project... that memory won't fade.
That feeling of having Sholmes touch Finley and in return touching Irene. That's not something you can just turn away from.
He's lost his love once... can he handle it again? He would. He would for his daughter, his family. But he knows there would be that hole in him forever. That... empty piece and a mountain of regret.
He doesn't want that.
And in this moment, he can't help but utter something selfishly out: ]
Come with me...
[ It's soft, quiet, against his lips. He's so afraid what the response would be. But it's too late now. The words are already out there.
He's making him choose. This isn't what he wants. He only wants the man's happiness. But he can't help but feel that selfishness, too. The more he falls for Sholmes, the more he wants to keep him close.
It's already too late for him to let go. And he doesn't want to.
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[ Just slowly sliding his fingers along those ears, teasing. ]
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[His hand is going to slide up the other's spine, though he's still blushing up a storm.]
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I am curious about what your answer was going to be about my "or what."
[ Devious man. ]
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[He huffs! REALLY A DEVIL MAN WHY DOES HE LIKE YOUUUU]
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[ This is a threat he doesn't mind one bit. ]
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I certainly would.
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It's very tempting.
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If I kissed the smile off your face, though, what would I have left to kiss?
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[ wow, fairweather boyfriend ]
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[But the pause is meant to be a tease, and he just wraps his arms around the man, pressing a kiss to his chin.]
Of course, of course. You're you, after all. I simply can't help myself.
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Good. I don't want to be left lonely.
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[He's smiling at the little nip, genuinely delighted.]
I won't leave you alone if I can help it.
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[ as emi laughs in the background. ]
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Good.
[He pauses, rubbing over the other shoulders.]
Now that you've so thoroughly interrupted my breakfast, the least you could do is hand me a muffin.
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Yes, yes. Of course.
[ Demanding ho. But he leans to grab one for him. Here, sir. ]
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...I don't think I'd mind having breakfast like this, you know.
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I'd hope not, considering we're having it now...?
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I mean in general. For the future! Come now, my dear.
[JUST LET HIM HAVE THIS!!]
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I did promise I'd make sure you ate enough each day.
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[...]
[Right, for the future. Like it's...always going to be like this? Is it really?]
And I am...grateful. Truly.
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Sholmes has someone he's waiting for still... right? He's known this from the start. And he'd never make him choose.
He plucks the muffin from him for a second and leans in to kiss him. It's a bit deep, a little needy. ]
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[He pauses, but then returns the kiss readily, hand reaching up to hold his cheek. Keep him here.]
[Don't leave me.]
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He doesn't want to let go of this. Ever. He feels so selfish for it, that he wants to take him home with him. And maybe that's even more selfish of him... wanting Sholmes to give up his familiar to come be with him.
Would he give up his own life for this man? It's something he'd consider now, but the family that ties him to home... It's hard. How can he ask Sholmes to give up his world when he has troubles grappling with the idea of giving up his own? ]
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[He murmurs into the kiss, other hand moving to hold the side of his head as he deepens it. To leave his home, the place he's had for sixteen years...would he? Would Kotetsu come see him? Was this...just doomed from the start?]
[He can't think like that. He doesn't want to think like that.]
[He wants to sink in the moment with this man, together. Forever. Eternally.]
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That feeling of having Sholmes touch Finley and in return touching Irene. That's not something you can just turn away from.
He's lost his love once... can he handle it again? He would. He would for his daughter, his family. But he knows there would be that hole in him forever. That... empty piece and a mountain of regret.
He doesn't want that.
And in this moment, he can't help but utter something selfishly out: ]
Come with me...
[ It's soft, quiet, against his lips. He's so afraid what the response would be. But it's too late now. The words are already out there.
He's making him choose. This isn't what he wants. He only wants the man's happiness. But he can't help but feel that selfishness, too. The more he falls for Sholmes, the more he wants to keep him close.
It's already too late for him to let go. And he doesn't want to.
He also feels it... don't leave me. ]
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