When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

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((OOC: Channel should know I read what's said when I'm asleep.))

There were things about this school that were beyond Kusuriyuri's dreams. That he'd find ones so precious to him as Kurama and his students was still surprising to him, still enough to bring a secret smile to his lips.

There were things about this school that were beyond baffling. The tendency for friends, enemies, and otherwise to show up and vanish with little notice, for one.

The fact that his closet refused to give him anything but a short black dress this morning was another. No matter where he looked in their apartment, he could not find his kimono or even any of Kurama's clothes to charm to fit him. It was the only clothing, aside from a black headscarf, he could find.

Believing his closet to be as perverse as the rest of this school, he also figured he wouldn't find his normal clothing until he'd been properly humiliated by wearing what his closet offered.

Boukensha looked at him in askance, but insisted on riding on his shoulder as he went to the Great Hall on his way to his office to study. He hoped that there would be few about as he left, but was sure that there was some perversion in the school that would cause his hope to be rendered into naught.

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[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Kusuriyuri whispered, moving to be as close to Kurama as possible, returning the compliment. His hands sought to bring them closer together, as close as possible.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"I want it to last," he murmured softly, lips pressing to Kusuriyuri's ear. "More than anything. Just to stay with you."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"This one wishes to keep you," Kusuriyuri murmured, a moan coloring his words. "And to be kept by you. For as long as possible." Forever wasn't a reasonable promise, not with the way things at this place changed without warning. Were they elsewhere, somewhere with known rules, the Makai, their homes, he could say forever, but in this strange place, it could only be as long as possible.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Then, should we ever be parted," he cupped Kusuriyuri's face in his hands, moving until they were almost joined. "Let's burn each other into our memories."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Kusuriyuri whispered, closing the distance between them. He wanted to remember the feel of Kurama's body surrounding him, filling him, holding him, next to him, but he wanted to feel those things more.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Love," he breathed, falling again into that warm, wonderful embrace, willing to stay so until the dawn and after, both of them wrapped in their love.