[ The hummingbirds go for his face, and he groans, hand rising to nudge them away gently - so gently, because he knows they're important to Tsurumaru, precious little things that keep him company. Stepping into the room is familiar enough now, with all the time they've spent together, and when he looks around he tries to find where Tsurumaru is.
... The pile of blankets.
Slowly making his way over, Aki kicks his shoes off by the door and lets his jacket hang off the edge of his bed as he moves over, settling down. Tsuru shifts, hiding himself, and he sighs, hand reaching out to rest lightly on his leg, perhaps where the ankle is, careful.
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[ The hummingbirds go for his face, and he groans, hand rising to nudge them away gently - so gently, because he knows they're important to Tsurumaru, precious little things that keep him company. Stepping into the room is familiar enough now, with all the time they've spent together, and when he looks around he tries to find where Tsurumaru is.
... The pile of blankets.
Slowly making his way over, Aki kicks his shoes off by the door and lets his jacket hang off the edge of his bed as he moves over, settling down. Tsuru shifts, hiding himself, and he sighs, hand reaching out to rest lightly on his leg, perhaps where the ankle is, careful.
Not demanding or asking, just waiting. ]
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