Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
Aristotle

Shinobu marched over to his lover sitting on the couch. He had suddenly realized that he had never seen Miyagi blush, or act in any way abashed. He was always so calm and seemed to know exactly what to do or say. It pissed Shinobu off considering that the old man was constantly making him redden. So, he had decided to make him blush or something of the sorts, or force him to tell him why he never did. Maybe it was some sort of disease, or lack of blood.

He clicked the TV off and plopped down in his lap and wrapped him legs around him. "Miyagi..." he whispered softly, sweetly in his ear, all the time keeping one eye on the man's face.

"What?"

"Oh... Miyagi..."

"What?"

The blond grimaced and thought, Damn. In the movies that always works. But then it's always a girl doing it... Hmn...

Later...

Shinobu stumbled a little as he adjusted his waistline, it didn't fit right, and the shirt was a little too big, and these shoes were killing him, and... well, he could go on and on of things to complain about, but all around he hated it. With his heels sinking into the carpet with every step, he lifted his feet high amd trudged clumsily into the living room, holding his head high and trying to masquerade some sort of grace. He made it halfway in before he stumbled and tripped on his skirt, falling head of heels into the floor infront of Miyagi. he glanced up at Miyagi whose stoic face was laced with confusion. Then, Shinobu sighed and just lyed there with his face in the carpet, wondering why he had even tryed this. He had only made himself flustered, looking like an idiot. So far on the blushing he had blushed more than Miyagi.

"Um... Shinobu. You know you're supposed to wear panties with those? Or at least some sort of underwear."

The aggravated boy merely spit out some fuzz from the carpet and mumbled almost indecipherably to the floor, "Whatever..."

Suddenly, Miyagi was leaning over Shinobu with a firm yet gentle grasp on his shoulders. "I'm not even going to ask." Then he flipped him over and crushed thier lips together. After a momment he pulled away and pursed his lips in distaste of Shinobu's garb. He'd never liked dresses, they were too hard to get off. No matter. This one time wouldn't hurt. He moved to claim the boy's lips again, but before he did, Shinobu held him back and asked somethign very seriously.

"Miyagi, do you ever blush?"

The black-haired man was confused by such a random question. "Not anymore, why?"

"What do you mean, 'not anymore'? You used to?"

"Well, yeah. Why..."

"Why don't you blush for me?" Shinobu looked livid.

Miyagi sighed. "Shinobu-chin, after a while, well... you know... a blushing 40 year old man wouldn't be very cute."

Now Shinobu was confused. Wasn't blushing involuntary?

Miyagi cut his next question off shirt by shoving his tongue into his mouth and reaching up the dress.

Needless to say, the topic was forgotten.

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