[Masamune hangs his head for just a moment. Maybe Yukimura's right. He can't read Masamune's mind like Kojuro can. Now that he's more on board with this emotional openness thing, there's no point in playing it cool.
The last of the fireworks fizzle away into the night, and the silence between the echoing explosion and the festivities starting back up is almost crushing.
Masamune leans in close to Yukimura's ear.]
Make love to me, Yukimura.
[SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS tumbles out of his sleeve and into Yukimura's lap. Maybe he can still be a little bit coy about it.]
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The last of the fireworks fizzle away into the night, and the silence between the echoing explosion and the festivities starting back up is almost crushing.
Masamune leans in close to Yukimura's ear.]
Make love to me, Yukimura.
[SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS tumbles out of his sleeve and into Yukimura's lap. Maybe he can still be a little bit coy about it.]