[ There's a faint look of amusement from Mori as the cat rejects her chosen perch - he's not all too fond of animals, though Fukuzawa's resident felines seem to like him well enough. They can be exasperating in their affection sometimes, particularly when these trysts of theirs started with too much alcohol - finding the kitchen with several cats bustling around one's ankles is far more tricky than it ought to be.
Mori's voice is very near a purr - when he accepts the cup of tea from Fukuzawa, he allows the touch of their fingers with a kind of unsurprised, return touch, tilting his head as the other man nears him, pleased with his decision to stop by for a visit. ]
A social call, and the rain.
[ There's a vague gesture towards the window, which is currently being battered by the storm outside. Mori seems to be sticking with his excuse of the weather for this visit - though it's probably clear to them both that a bit of rain is not in the least what this is about. Mori's whims are more likely the reason for his showing up on Fukuzawa's doorstep, that or some misplaced idea of a late night fuck. With their wild days mostly behind them, however, the latter is probably less likely - not that he doesn't enjoy the former assassin's hands on him; oh, he does - he never has made a secret of that, anyway.
Warming his hands on the cup, the mobster watches his long time enemy with an expression that hovers between fond and sly, head tipping to the side, leaning further back in his seat. ]
It's been a while since we last did this, hasn't it?
[ Did this - there's the real answer; the shared secret.
Mori's relaxed posture, as he meets Fukuzawa's eye, is his way of saying come here, though he accepts the next cat that claws at his knee into his lap instead, stroking the ginger ears absently. ]
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Mori's voice is very near a purr - when he accepts the cup of tea from Fukuzawa, he allows the touch of their fingers with a kind of unsurprised, return touch, tilting his head as the other man nears him, pleased with his decision to stop by for a visit. ]
A social call, and the rain.
[ There's a vague gesture towards the window, which is currently being battered by the storm outside. Mori seems to be sticking with his excuse of the weather for this visit - though it's probably clear to them both that a bit of rain is not in the least what this is about. Mori's whims are more likely the reason for his showing up on Fukuzawa's doorstep, that or some misplaced idea of a late night fuck. With their wild days mostly behind them, however, the latter is probably less likely - not that he doesn't enjoy the former assassin's hands on him; oh, he does - he never has made a secret of that, anyway.
Warming his hands on the cup, the mobster watches his long time enemy with an expression that hovers between fond and sly, head tipping to the side, leaning further back in his seat. ]
It's been a while since we last did this, hasn't it?
[ Did this - there's the real answer; the shared secret.
Mori's relaxed posture, as he meets Fukuzawa's eye, is his way of saying come here, though he accepts the next cat that claws at his knee into his lap instead, stroking the ginger ears absently. ]