[ Sharing a room with Hakusan has made things significantly harder, it's true. Even if he weren't the healing type, Hakusan is notoriously observant. Chougi had known Hakusan would pick up that he's hiding something eventually, but he'd also hoped it would take a little longer than it has.
He jumps when Hakusan addresses him, shoving his hand deeper into his pocket. The flowers, thank goodness, stay where they are, securely wrapped in an old handkerchief. ]
Do I look damaged to you?
[ It comes out more snappish than he means it to, but with luck, Hakusan will interpret it as Chougi being his usually slightly prickly self rather than nerves. Even so, he tries to soften his voice right away. ]
I'm fine, Hime. Really.
[ Maybe a small dose of "affectionate nickname" will throw Hakusan off the trail! ]
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He jumps when Hakusan addresses him, shoving his hand deeper into his pocket. The flowers, thank goodness, stay where they are, securely wrapped in an old handkerchief. ]
Do I look damaged to you?
[ It comes out more snappish than he means it to, but with luck, Hakusan will interpret it as Chougi being his usually slightly prickly self rather than nerves. Even so, he tries to soften his voice right away. ]
I'm fine, Hime. Really.
[ Maybe a small dose of "affectionate nickname" will throw Hakusan off the trail! ]