audience: tsurumaru

[cyclists]

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[cyclists]

Familiar...

[the word is repeated thoughtfully, as if lune is still trying to decipher something that they're not yet saying.

but there is still a smile in their voice]

Mm, perhaps it is fitting that I led to the downfall of my own surprise.

[preowned]

It was still a nice one anyway.

[ the hand that's still holding lune's squeezes it again, briefly. ]

... I do have a question. What happens if I try to touch your face?

[ since he always stopped himself before he got too close ]

[cyclists]

Oh? Are you still so curious even if you believe you know what lies underneath?

[preowned]

I figured my hand my melt off if I tried!

[ that is

legit the only reason why he keeps stopping himself ]

But I could always be wrong.

[ he's like, 99% sure he knows, but the 1% is the reason why he refuses to use his actual name. ]

[cyclists]

[there is another laugh at that]

While that would be unfortunate...

I suppose you may always try, if you would like.

While I do not believe my face can meet the light just yet... you are welcome to try.

[reach into the darkness tsuru it's fine]

[preowned]

[ it's fine? he already died it's not like he gives a fuck anymore

but there's a pause, like he's waiting for lune to say it was a joke. when it doesn't come, he'll move to slowly reach his hand into the hood

and to see if his hands melts off ]

[cyclists]

[terrible.

but the thing is that lune will only pause their steps in the dance, and tsuru's hand doesn't get melted off.

instead he'll just find his fingertips meeting lune's face underneath the hood.]

[preowned]

[ ah

he could easily pull away after that, but instead his fingers move, tracing a line down lune's cheek, to their jaw, over the ridges of their lips. the movement stops once he reaches the other cheek. ]

I still have my hand.

[cyclists]

So you do.

[thoughtfully - but it's not as if lune is just going to accept that. while they remained still for tsuru's inspection earlier, their lips curve into the shape of a smile now.

their own hand rises, and follows the same path on tsurumaru's face. down his cheek, across his jaw, dusting only lightly over his bottom lip, and to his other cheek.]

Did you find anything interesting?

[preowned]

I may have.

[ he doesn't remove his hand, instead just letting it rest there for now. ]

How surprising. You have a face.

[cyclists]

Indeed.

Is it to your approval?

[tsuru still can't like

see it]

[preowned]

I'll probably be able to judge better once I can see it.

[ please stop gently holding lune's face i beg you ]

But it feels well cared for.

[cyclists]

[well as long as tsuru's going to do that, lune will be doing the same

unfortunately]

Ahaha, likely because I was very well looked after in another life.

I wonder if the condition will worsen here...

[preowned]

What are you saying? I'm here, aren't I?

[ he sticks his tongue out. ]

I told you I'm going to take care of you!

[cyclists]

[there is another laugh]

Are you? I'm rather sure that in this situation, it ought to be my responsibility to look after you.

Especially since it seems that you, in particular, are a bit of a troublemaker.

[preowned]

Huh? Am I?

[ he manages to keep a mostly straight face but

lune can probably feel that he's trying not to smile. ]

[cyclists]

[in comparison, tsuru will definitely be able to feel the way that lune’s face eases into a smile]

As if you are not pleased to own the title.

[preowned]

[ that makes him break out into a grin. ]

I need to keep your senses sharp. You're an old man, but you have so much work to do.

[cyclists]

Ah? You plan to put me to more work?

[hold on - ]

[preowned]

Are you complaining, Lune-chan?

[ he is so. clearly amused. ]

[cyclists]

Hmm...

I cannot say this is what I anticipated....

[preowned]

So what you're saying is...

[ he leans in as close as he can to lune's hood without making any actual physical contact ]

You're surprised?

[cyclists]

[ah - their faces would be awfully close if lune did not have their hood

but there is still a smile in their voice]

... I do not know if I would go so far as to say that.

Tsurumaru-chan.

[preowned]

[ ldgkldgdlgdsg

he laughs, and the hand that's on lune's cheek drops, instead settling on their shoulder. he doesn't move back further though, so he's still just. close. ]

Ah... I'm not sure how I feel about that...

[cyclists]

[they really don't need to be so close. the hand that was resting on tsurumaru's cheek only slightly drops to lightly cradle his jaw]

No?

I think it suits you.