When Restless At Night, Count The Corpses Of Your Enemies.
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The ship is quiet.
Anyone who has any sense of a biological clock has gone to sleep by now, since, according to the "clock", is ten past two in the morning, however, this wasn't the case for the two individuals cuddled and bundled up in the covers of a futon. The redhead was restless, unable to sleep, and the emerald eyed man was annoyed with all the tossing and turning.
"Kamui, can you stop moving?" he finally asks.
"I can't sleep" comes the reply. "I don't remember that going to sleep was this difficult" he adds, looking back at Shinsuke with his big blue eyes opened wide and covered in a disturbing set of uneven black circles in the iris, imitating the result of someone trying to get a pen to work and inking random circles in a paper.
"I can't sleep either, and that's your fault. Why can't you sleep?"
"I don't know".
"Helpful. You're an excellent employee" Shinsuke remarks sarcastically. "Is very late, we have a meeting tomorrow morning. What do you usually do to fall asleep?".
"I count the corpses of all the seemingly strong people I've fought with" answers Kamui nonchalantly with a ghost of his usual smile playing on his lips, and Shinsuke laughs. "It doesn't seem to work today, tho".
"Then, come here" the purple haired man beckons him to get closer.
"What is it, Shinsuke?" he inquires.
The eldest simply took the redhead in his arms as response and pet his loose hair while drawing uneven patterns on his back, then, started to softly hum a song, trying to lure the other to sleep. Kamui closed his eyes and allowed himself to be spoiled, slowly falling asleep in his lover's arms. It was a peaceful moment they shared. Both of them had learned that a bit of tenderness was a good thing every now and then, since it was rare to get it. The samurai kept humming until the end of the song, one that he'd learned long ago and couldn't remember where it was from. Once the yato was definitely asleep the samurai followed him in tow.
Is fifty past two in the morning. Anyone who has any sense of a biological clock has gone to sleep by now.
The ship is quiet.
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