[He's good at being patient. It's second only to his talent in taking his time.
Dazai works on the long strands in sections, ending with a massage to Bedivere's scalp. Every now and then, he brushes his lips on the other's brow and cheek, content to let the sound of suds and, in a while, running water to fill the silence.
This, too, is relaxing. In a way, it's reassurance: they survived their first battle in this conflict - against Berserker, no less - and neither of them ended up with a chopped limb or worse, given Q's terrible habits.
Wordlessly, he squirts shampoo onto Bedivere's palm, savoring the tingle from the kiss on his forehead.]
Let's have ice cream tomorrow. And on another day next week.
[He'll also begin lathering Bedivere's shoulders and chest with soap. Dazai has a feeling that, after this shower and drying off, cuddling on the futon will be the priority.]
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Dazai works on the long strands in sections, ending with a massage to Bedivere's scalp. Every now and then, he brushes his lips on the other's brow and cheek, content to let the sound of suds and, in a while, running water to fill the silence.
This, too, is relaxing. In a way, it's reassurance: they survived their first battle in this conflict - against Berserker, no less - and neither of them ended up with a chopped limb or worse, given Q's terrible habits.
Wordlessly, he squirts shampoo onto Bedivere's palm, savoring the tingle from the kiss on his forehead.]
Let's have ice cream tomorrow. And on another day next week.
[He'll also begin lathering Bedivere's shoulders and chest with soap. Dazai has a feeling that, after this shower and drying off, cuddling on the futon will be the priority.]