[ he immediately flushes again in response, but his expression goes through a quick succession of disbelief and relief and finally hopeful hunger, the fingers of his right hand twitching.
[ finally walking over, hesitant. the cat mews at him in greeting, coming over to meet him halfway and rub up against his shins; he murmurs something barely audible in response and pets her, distracted ]
[inhales suddenly at the touch of Kaito's fingers - from the sudden sensation of cold, the sudden sensation of sensation, and the entirely unfamiliar feeling of warmth and comfort that spreads through him.
(but perhaps not entirely unfamiliar. dimly, he remembers his brother's smile.)
the mark, previously the pale splotchy red of a birthmark, blooms into livid purple bruising in response to Kaito's touch.]
[ bruises, of course it would look like bruises— but it's his. that's the mark left by his soul on the other man's skin; he has one after all. and Noiz came back for him.
he echoes Noiz's inhale with a shakey exhale of his own, gently shifting his hand to cover the entirety of the mark. he knows better than bruises now. ]
[closes his eyes, shuddering softly. he can feel that, he can feel that, he can feel that. strongest at the actual mark, strong and clear, but beginning to radiate outward, like a candle lighting a dark room.]
[ ...sits down, leaving his hand there. after a moment he starts petting him idly, little back and forth sweeps of his thumb. that warm feeling... he wants Noiz to have it. if he's spent up until now thinking nobody wanted him enough to reach out...
he wants Noiz to know, really know that he's wanted. ]
[why did you choose me, he wants to ask. it's a pointless question - nobody knows why, he doesn't even know why he chose this man - but he still wants to ask.
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[bows his head forward, pulling his shirt collar down to expose his nape.
there is definitely a handprint there.]
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his voice is a little raspy when he speaks ]
Four and a quarter.
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I've been here five years.
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...Can I...?
[ holding his hand up ]
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(but perhaps not entirely unfamiliar. dimly, he remembers his brother's smile.)
the mark, previously the pale splotchy red of a birthmark, blooms into livid purple bruising in response to Kaito's touch.]
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he echoes Noiz's inhale with a shakey exhale of his own, gently shifting his hand to cover the entirety of the mark. he knows better than bruises now. ]
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he wants Noiz to know, really know that he's wanted. ]
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... I'm connected to the world.
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he doesn't, though. instead he asks:]
Is Tesshin your real name?
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Mmm, no. I don't put my real name on anything; "Kagamine" is too distinctive.
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What about Ichiro?
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My given name is Kaito.
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[like he's testing the sound of it. his soulmate's name. he has a soulmate and his soulmate has a name.]
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...Mmm. With the kanji for "aid," and "person."
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he can't help laughing.]
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[ freezing up, not sure if he should remove his hand or ??? ]
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...not used to feeling it...
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