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Drizzling droplets pattered lightly. Layering a rhythmic beet to the steady, quiet, echoing steps.
Soft, gentle breeze humming along the now buzzing post lamps. Welcoming nighttime with a beautiful melody.
A set of lazy, dark eyes were absorbing the rapidly darkening sky above. Misting even more so as they witnessed scarlet bleeding into majestic, dark ink, going out just a wonderfully and mingling into nothingness.
As if it was a mere fancy of a longing mind.
Those mindless voids focused back on a set of steps. Ascending them slowly, slower than that fading red into emptiness. Shallow puffs fogging up momentarily, before vanishing.
Affectionate winds peppered kisses along round cheeks and pointy nose, rendering those pink lips even more prominently so.
The jingling of a set of keys had broken that melancholic melody, followed by the abrupt cry of a rattling, wooden door as it swung shut by the disapproving winds.
With the steady rain becoming a mere white noise. The brunet adjusted the plastic bag on the nearby counter, tipping his stiff and lightly soaked shoes by the entrance, then leaving his now dark cloak by the hanger.
With the slim man entering his pare living room, he shed light upon his dark flat at last. The man made his way to his less bare bedroom door, arms raising lazily above messily brown locks.
A loud, long yawn reflecting on those dry walls.
Using the hallway light as guidance, the tired brunet aimed for his closet, grabbing for a change. However, as those loopy mahogany eyes finally focused on his bed, he could make out the outline of an odd presence.
With two, equally as bright orbs gleaming at his very soul.
A songless rhythm passes, when the bandaged man ghosted towards his bed side. Then with a light flic, ultimately revealed to what those glistening set orbs belonged to.
Or who.
Turns out, however, that they belonged to a lovely small creature. Lazy, raven black tale swaying to and frow as those wide eyes gazed curiously up at him.
Head tilting, the still man was made mystified as to how such a lovely, divine creature had managed what enemies could only wish for. But a mere glance to his softly rattling window answered it.
Semes as though the small cat was taking refuge in the most optimal spot possible. The man shrugged nonchalantly, moving towards and closing his bedroom window, drawing the blinds shut in the prosses.
“Well, you already made yourself comfortable,” he looked towards his bed. “So, make yourself at home then.”
With another yawn, the brunet announced to the laying cat, leaving to get his much-needed shower.
It has been a long day.
And by the time he exited the bath, the rain had steadied back into a soft drizzle, winds barely audible over the humming of his calm heartbeat.
Echoing a mindless tone as he made way to his living room, the bandage-less man moved towards the counter by the kitchen, where he had kept his cooling dinner. Bringing it back with him before settling over at the low table in the middle.
Only to find those wide, sharp yellow set of eyes absorbing him once again. They held a solemn and peculiar gaze for a number of steady rain drops. Both absorbing each other lazily as nifty hands drew near the dinner’s warm plate, moving the icy drink closer, along the utensils.
Dazai then broke the intimate contact, reaching back for his phone as he set it up on the wooden table, resuming on with the document which he was watching beforehand, digging in as the noise from the small device consumed any and all of the lingering thoughts.
The small creature perked up at the sudden sound, moving a tiny head over the low table, tail swaying more prominently, fluffy paws gingerly hovering over the circular firm edge.
As lazy eyes dotted pointy, and really soft looking ears, the hazel eyed man tilted his head, as if mimicking the fluffy creature. Then he moved his right hand in offer, to which the cat gladly accepts, munching at the tender meat with great passion.
Mahogany eyes glimmered slightly, and the brunet let out a gentle breath, face lifting in a positive gesture as he moved to offer another small bite.
They continued with their new arrangement until the attention seeking noise was no more. Plate and utensils waiting on the racket as they dried off on the corner near the sink.
Moving the mint green gloves to the side, Dazai filled a glass of water to himself. Then, remembering the cat, located an open bowl and filled it an appropriate amount. Lowering his left arm to the wooden floor, setting it with a soft clack, moving back up and lifting his own cup as he took a small sip to quench his mild thirst, watching as the fluffy creature moved closer and doing the same.
Moving to give the lapping cat some space, he shuffled over tiredly to his partly lit room. Settling the glass over his bed side table, hand grabbing for the halfway finished book.
Settling more comfortably onto his bed, he enjoyed the now heavy backdrop, regular beat as he opened the hard cover to the marked-on page. The atmosphere was only missing the melancholic jazz with the usual melody of pointless banter, which accentuated even greatly with the added liquor.
Though, those free nights were nothing but a fleeting, remorseful thought. And all Dazai could do was cherish it, with his still beating voidness.
And thanks to the new, well appreciated presence that settled cutely onto his lap, focusing on the those printed letters became manageable. Thoughts and memories flowing more clearly and rhythmically, just as the falling droplets on a quiet, late night.
Opening the door to the unconscious world after shutting off the light has never been as lovely.
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As kunikida sipped the last of his first morning coffee, he lets out a satisfied little breath along the rattling of his glass cup.
Flexing his cool hands, kunikida inhaled in the warm scent of freshly printed papers, feeling and experiencing each move, click, tap, every subtle shift in their fairly busy office. Majestic morning shades adding depth on to the main picture. One of which the blonde had always absorbed fondly.
Even when said painting is currently incomplete, missing one major central piece to the blonde's life.
And to his great astonishment, that last, essential part was only fifty-five minutes late. The blonde observed, with positive amazement, as his brunet made his lovely entrance into the office. Greeting his colleagues, and him alike, with a generous smile lifting his round cheeks.
Brown eyes glittering with the rising sun, curly, dark brown locks painted in majestic hazel, which in turn emphasized his equally soft, pink cheeks. Steps refined as he passed by the still captivated blonde. He carefully handed him the can of Jasmin tea that occupied his right hand in a silent confession. To which the blonde answered with a gentle, yet firm squeeze of said bandaged hand.
Letting out a soft breath, said brunet resumed his refined footsteps, cloak moving just as gracefully as he reached up and claimed his messy desk. An over worked chair letting out a muffled squeak reminiscent of a tired sigh.
The bandaged brunet was unusually cheerful, the blonde would go as far as describe his lazy partner as being positively productive. Well as much as overlooking your paperwork kind of productive.
He had solved five cases in one setting with his mentee, which he then used to tutor said mentee about the significant ways to absorb and solve a matter, possibly even dissolve it. As was the case with neighboring spicy curry stalls. In which happy tears were shed, empty stomachs filled, and hearts satisfied to the brim.
As the workday concluded, both the brunet and the blonde walked slowly along the pavement. Admiring the scarlet hues as it made way for inky, majestic blues. Emphasized with the flickering cosmos far, far beyond.
With both their appetites now fulfilled with a warm meal, along a pleasant beverage. Dazai warmly led kunikida back to his slightly less messy home. Shedding welcoming rays over the humble space as they entered it with sock covered feet.
Settling the picked up, extra meal the brunet requested before leaving the establishment on the counter. Dazai settled on the small, low table. Both sharing a silent moment, the blonde nodded, moving over to the stove and settling over the fire some cold water to boil.
Nothing like warm cup of tea to ward off the harsh autumn’s falling cold.
Scorching cups occupied by both hands, the tall man dropped each one carefully near them, accompanying with them the plate of chocolate biscuits. The scent and the atmosphere blending in with deep gratitude glimmering pleasantly in the quiet place as they took their first sip.
Though the brunet held on a thoughtful spark to his gentle eye, as if waiting for a certain mail from a far way land, the blonde tapped on his mug rhythmically, suppressing the urge to make his observation public.
Sure enough, the long-awaited message finally landed by the creaky doorstep. Both sets of eyes now focused firmly on the noisy wooden creek, and the brunet excused himself to answer the soft knock, hazel eyes and body language as mesmerizing as a cat’s.
Kunikida couldn't help but smile at the parallels.
The door opened, and in came the very thing the blonde had thought about.
The blonde, now with questions running even more in his veins than blood cells, could only watch as the divine creature sauntered leisurely into the open cushion near him, settling down with a mild sway of a raven, soft looking tail.
Aiming his gaze back to his brunet, green-gray eyes watched as slim, bandaged hands moved, preparing the ordered meal into a round plate, dropping the package with the other waste as he made his way back to join with them, steps just as light.
Pointy ears perking at the familiar clink, the fluffy creature hopped noiselessly atop the low table, sparing the neighbors a passing glance as the cat began eating, tail swaying at the received complements.
The brunet softened even more so as he sensed the subtle, but deep rumbles as they engulfed his hand, which caused him to pat the small of the creature's delicate ear even more.
Kunikida continued watching the whole scene unfold, smile growing by the second as the unanswered questions slowly dissipated. Driving the warm mug to his parted lips, the blonde took a sip.
“Seems someone has gotten a new roommate,” the blonde commented. Tone soft as he observed the cute interaction unfolding next to him.
His brunet nodded enthusiastically to his statement, light brown locks bouncing with the positive gestures.
“Hmm, she first announced herself a little over a week ago. I had left my bedroom window open on that rainy evening,”
Having sensed the incoming inquiry, the brunet had swiftly answered. Shifting his hazel gaze back at the blonde, he smiled. Despite the clear disapproving shift to his blondes now down cast brow.
“Actually, she's always waiting for me to come back home to invite her in,” golden light dancing in his mahogany eyes, kunikida watched as his brunet partner continued with equal excitement.
“She is such a gentlewoman. Don't you think, Doppo-kun?”
And who was kunikida, if not for a romantic?
“Indeed she is,” both men gazed at said gentlewoman, completely oblivious as she enjoyed her warm meal, accompanied with the welcomed head pats.
Tail swaying with positive affection.
Later on, they were settled under the cozy covers for the night. Unconsciousness claiming their souls with the warmth of an absent mother. Hearts beating with ease, along the divine creature’s soothing rumbles.