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[flaredo]

"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"

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[flaredo]

...

[ HAIR RUFFLING TIME. Sorry. He deserved it. ]

[masakados]

Mmph-- Yang!

[With a half-laugh, half-groan as he shakes his head.]

[flaredo]

You can run your fingers through it and have it be just fine in three seconds, you know.

[masakados]

That's not the point. [He's pushing a kiss to her cheek, very much offsetting his words.]

[flaredo]

... And you clearly don't mind.

[ This affectionate goof. Hold on, she's gently going to nudge his chin, to guide his mouth over to hers. ]

[masakados]

[Naoki's sighing softly as their lips come into contact, his fingers combing through her hair.

Mmf. Yes. He is an affectionate goof.]

[flaredo]

[ Her affectionate goof, no less. Yang's humming softly against his lips, nestling closer. Yep, this is perfect. ]

[masakados]

[He wishes he weren't tired, though, and that it weren't hitting him again now as he murmurs into her mouth.]

[flaredo]

[ She's not about to judge. Whatever this is, he clearly needs the rest. ]

[masakados]

[He defs thinks that he doesn't-- Naoki puffs a sound to her lips before he draws back, blinking slowly.]

[flaredo]

... Naoki? You okay?

[ That's a little concerning... ]

[masakados]

Yeah.

[Naoki smiles reassuringly, putting his head against her shoulder.] Just tired.

[flaredo]

... I know you don't want to, but resting some more couldn't hurt.

[masakados]

[His head moves, shaking back and forth. He really doesn't want to. Barring that he knows he doesn't need all of this rest...]

It just feels so strange to.

[flaredo]

I don't like not being able to do anything for you, either. [ Her arms tighten around him, protectively. Seriously... how does she fix this? ]

[masakados]

That you're here is already enough. [He nuzzles against her shoulder.]

Though, you know, with the way my body is, I...

[Naoki stops himself then. He's not good at talking about what he was just considering talking about, so he quiets, shakes his head against her shoulder.]

[flaredo]

You...?

[ Sorry, Naoki. She's well aware that he seems uncomfortable, but she gently prompts him anyway. Come on, boyfriend, you can talk to her. ]

[masakados]

[A slow breath out, a long breath, and his hand rubs along her side (though he himself doesn't realise he's doing it).]

...You remember how I told you about demons and magatsuhi?

[flaredo]

... Yeah. They feed on emotions or something, right?

[masakados]

Right. And so they don't need to eat, or sleep like humans need to. [--she can probably surmise what he's trying to say.]

[flaredo]

[ She can, because Naoki's told her multiple times, that he doesn't need to sleep all that much, and she'd noticed he didn't keep that much food around in his apartment... ]

So because of your body, it's the same case with you?

[masakados]

I... it might be. It probably is. [But there's reluctance in his voice, like he doesn't want to admit it.]

When I was changed, no-one actually stopped me to explain how my body works. [Which would have been infinitely helpful (Lucifer).]

Even when I get tired, it's not the same kind of feeling as what I've got now.

[flaredo]

... Is there a chance that the whole emotion-eating thing could help you feel better now?

[ It's not a very pleasant thought, of course, but Naoki... if she can do anything for him right now-- ]

[masakados]

I doubt it. [Naoki turns his head slightly to look at her, and it's like his expression is saying don't even think about it because there's no way, no way he'd ever...]

Because, I think my body just... absorbs magatsuhi whether I want it to or not. And with how tough things have been, it's...

[Negative feelings equal more magatsuhi. And Yang might feel him sink into her more, hiding his face once again in her shoulder.]

[flaredo]

Hey, [ softly, and there's clear concern there as she runs her hand gently through his hair, letting it pass slowly over her palm. ]

I get it. There's been a lot of it, huh? And it's not like you can turn it off.