How're Ya Bones Cracking Good Osamurai-san?
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His back made awful cracking noises when he stretched, actually, almost all his body made cracking noises when he stretched. Or made sudden movements. It concerned me to hear it.
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The samurai starts cracking his knuckles, then his wrists, his shoulders, and his back.
"Shinsuke" I call.
He turns his curious eye to me.
"Why is it that you make those noises?"
"What noises?" he asks, cracking his feet.
"Those! That bone breaking, unnerving noise" I spat.
He pauses, looking at me with a frown, then smiles, and laughs until his face is red, and he's out of breath.
"I'm merely snapping the air bags retained between my bones. It's kinda therapeutic actually".
"How can you say that cracking all of your bones is therapeutic?!"
He keeps that damn know-it-all smirk on his fucking face. I really want to punch him.
"Let me show you" he offers.
He signals me to give him my hand. Reluctantly, I give it to him. He maneuvers to get my fingers, minus my thumb, curved inwards, then applies some pressure, eliciting a fast wave of soft cracks. I'm startled for this.
"I hardly felt that" I comment.
His amused expression never changes, as he motions me to get closer. He hugs me very tight, making my back snap, I complain for the sudden lack of air. His hands move to my feet, where he twists them in a certain angle, and they do the same snapping noise.
"Well?" he inquires.
"Fine. It does feel good" I pout.
He pecks my lips and leans back. I lay on his lap, stretched like a puppy that wants attention. The bastard has the nerve to scratch behind my ears. I let him, I'm feeling relaxed right now; there is no use in starting a fight.
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Shinsuke continues to crack all of his body. I still get on edge hearing it, but I've gotten used to it.
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