[Anonymous]

[tigerpoet]

I need something to occupy me that doesn't require me having control of my body.

Split personality. There's less we have to fight here, so I take control less than I used to, and I'm bored.

I'd take offers to spar but you'd have to run it by the other half first.

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[tigerpoet]

[His ears may never stop burning. He'll just have to never acknowledge that and it'll be fine.]

Ready.

[scarsnstripes]

[That's fine, because Atsushi finds it terrible cute. In fact, he'll reach up with one hand to brush his fingers lightly over the other Atsushi's cheek as he leans in, fingers trailing over the shell of one ear as he presses his lips to his.

It's a gentle kiss, testing the waters as it were. He moves his lips lightly over the other's, but doesn't add much pressure.]

[tigerpoet]

[The kiss is soft - sweet, if Atsushi were the kind of person who used words like that. Which he isn't.

Atsushi mimics the other's movements, hoping that muscle memory will kick in at some point. But it's not as though they've been kissing many people after dying, so that's unlikely too.

...But it's not bad. Some of the tension drains out of Atsushi's body, unrelated to his injuries.]

[scarsnstripes]

[Atsushi keeps things careful at first, waiting to see what the other does. When he starts responding, there's a soft, appreciative noise gained for his efforts, and when he starts to relax, Atsushi presses his lips more firmly against his, allowing his tongue to slip out to slide over his bottom lip to see his reaction.

No ink taste. Good.]

[tigerpoet]

[No ink taste, good. Atsushi gasping a little in surprise at the touch of tongue to lips, also good.

He squeezes the other Atsushi's hand a little. He's not nervous or anything, he just felt like doing that.]