[Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki is casual and boisterous and shameless, and still Souza had expected this reaction. He's old fashioned. Easily flustered - at times - and shy more often than most would expect.
But he'd also said he wanted Souza to be his, and while Souza wasn't entirely sure how one should act regarding such things, what he did know was that there was no need for hesitance when it came to intimacy. Even if that intimacy was sitting naked in someone's room while they looked after you. It wasn't that different from letting the saniwa unwrap their blades for repairs, when it came down to it.
But Mutsu is still cute about it, still overreacts, and when Mutsu gets close to inspect him, Souza lifts a hand and drops it down on top of his head, letting fingers tangle in soft, fluffy hair, scratches lightly at his scalp as though he was actually an overexcited puppy before letting his hand drop back down into his lap.
Footsteps grow louder, and the thought of someone finding them like this is... well. It's clear it has Mutsu flustered, and Souza is almost painfully indifferent to the assumptions. They'd see them or they wouldn't. They'd think things or they wouldn't. They'd have heard the gossiping from the tantou who had seen them earlier or they wouldn't have. It didn't matter. He was Mutsu's, and it might take a while to ask if Mutsu would be his, too, but the sentiment still lingered in the back of his mind. That was what mattered.
So he leans forward just enough to bump his forehead against Mutsu's once the footsteps pass and he speaks again, nearly needs to put his foot right in his mouth.]
You... wouldn't mind cleaning me up... so I can sleep... would you?
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But he'd also said he wanted Souza to be his, and while Souza wasn't entirely sure how one should act regarding such things, what he did know was that there was no need for hesitance when it came to intimacy. Even if that intimacy was sitting naked in someone's room while they looked after you. It wasn't that different from letting the saniwa unwrap their blades for repairs, when it came down to it.
But Mutsu is still cute about it, still overreacts, and when Mutsu gets close to inspect him, Souza lifts a hand and drops it down on top of his head, letting fingers tangle in soft, fluffy hair, scratches lightly at his scalp as though he was actually an overexcited puppy before letting his hand drop back down into his lap.
Footsteps grow louder, and the thought of someone finding them like this is... well. It's clear it has Mutsu flustered, and Souza is almost painfully indifferent to the assumptions. They'd see them or they wouldn't. They'd think things or they wouldn't. They'd have heard the gossiping from the tantou who had seen them earlier or they wouldn't have. It didn't matter. He was Mutsu's, and it might take a while to ask if Mutsu would be his, too, but the sentiment still lingered in the back of his mind. That was what mattered.
So he leans forward just enough to bump his forehead against Mutsu's once the footsteps pass and he speaks again, nearly needs to put his foot right in his mouth.]
You... wouldn't mind cleaning me up... so I can sleep... would you?
[Definitely tired.]