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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran hummed with a smile when he heard the tired voice, "Busy day today, cariño," He said simply, picking out a dark shirt and pulling it off of the hanger. He pulled the shirts back and flipped through his ties, making a face at each one he found inadequate. He finally settled on one the same colour as his pants, shutting the wardrobe doors and moving back to his dresser, inspecting himself in the big mirror. He glanced at Casper behind him, staring out the window, catching him glance at the tattoo on his back. He chuckled lightly, sometimes he forgot he even had it. Sometimes, he really wishes he hadn't gotten it.

Slipping the shirt over his shoulders and starting to roll up his sleeves, "The moon phases. It says 'A la luna ya la espalda, abuela," He said sighing, making sure his sleeves were even before starting to button up the front.

Casper was nosy and curious. He couldnt simply ask the guy to take off his shirt so he could see it, thatd be weird. Instead he shifted out of the blankets and stretching, arching his back as he sat up and let the cool air flush against his bare skin. Kyran seemed a bit distracted with paying more attention to his sleeves then answering Caspers curiosity further, so hed do it himself. "I wanna see," he mumbled quietly, he doubted Ky could hear him. Slipping on his golden glasses he made he way behind Kyran and lifted up the back of his shirt. Like said before, he was to tired to really care at the moment. He gazed at the tan skin with curious olive eyes, his fingers tracing along the letters of the writing, the circles of the moons and their shading. He inspected every detail up close, not being afraid to bring his face closer aswel. He didnt really say anything though, simply examining him, gently tracing his fingers on his skin so carefully as if hed break if he pressed to hard. Touching him like a prized possession.

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Originally Posted by woly

Casper was nosy and curious. He couldnt simply ask the guy to take off his shirt so he could see it, thatd be weird. Instead he shifted out of the blankets and stretching, arching his back as he sat up and let the cool air flush against his bare skin. Kyran seemed a bit distracted with paying more attention to his sleeves then answering Caspers curiosity further, so hed do it himself. "I wanna see," he mumbled quietly, he doubted Ky could hear him. Slipping on his golden glasses he made he way behind Kyran and lifted up the back of his shirt. Like said before, he was to tired to really care at the moment. He gazed at the tan skin with curious olive eyes, his fingers tracing along the letters of the writing, the circles of the moons and their shading. He inspected every detail up close, not being afraid to bring his face closer aswel. He didnt really say anything though, simply examining him, gently tracing his fingers on his skin so carefully as if hed break if he pressed to hard. Touching him like a prized possession.

Kyran flinched at the sudden action, trying to move away but ending up slamming his knee into the dresser. He winced and hissed, leaning against the dresser, but let out a laugh, "You scared me," He said simply, undoing the few buttons he'd managed to put together and letting the shirt fall down, not fully off, but enough to expose the full tattoo.

It started with the new moon, up by the nape of his neck, then the waxing crescent and half moon between his shoulder blades, going onto the waxing gibbous just below that, the full moon in the middle of his back, the waning gibbous, third quarter, and waning crescent, ending with another new moon. Just below that in a beautiful plain script read the message Kyran had heard so many times. A la luna ya la espalda, abuela.

The tattoo was sort of countering why he'd gotten it. His abuela hated tattoos or any sort of body modification of the sort, not even plain ear piercings. When he'd gotten a ton of them, she'd been angry, but forgave him as he grew out of them. When she passed, he wanted to remember her. A friend had suggested a tattoo, it was a pretty thoughtful thing, a permanent piece of art that you'd never forget. And the way they'd put it, Kyran agreed to it, only realising she would probably have hated it if she'd been there to see it. There was a reason he never really talked about it, and when asked to model in a way people would see it, he'd have the makeup artists cover it up with makeup. Don't get him wrong, he liked having something like a tattoo for his grandmother, but he just felt guilty that he'd gotten it despite her wishes.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran flinched at the sudden action, trying to move away but ending up slamming his knee into the dresser. He winced and hissed, leaning against the dresser, but let out a laugh, "You scared me," He said simply, undoing the few buttons he'd managed to put together and letting the shirt fall down, not fully off, but enough to expose the full tattoo.

It started with the new moon, up by the nape of his neck, then the waxing crescent and half moon between his shoulder blades, going onto the waxing gibbous just below that, the full moon in the middle of his back, the waning gibbous, third quarter, and waning crescent, ending with another new moon. Just below that in a beautiful plain script read the message Kyran had heard so many times. A la luna ya la espalda, abuela.

The tattoo was sort of countering why he'd gotten it. His abuela hated tattoos or any sort of body modification of the sort, not even plain ear piercings. When he'd gotten a ton of them, she'd been angry, but forgave him as he grew out of them. When she passed, he wanted to remember her. A friend had suggested a tattoo, it was a pretty thoughtful thing, a permanent piece of art that you'd never forget. And the way they'd put it, Kyran agreed to it, only realising she would probably have hated it if she'd been there to see it. There was a reason he never really talked about it, and when asked to model in a way people would see it, he'd have the makeup artists cover it up with makeup. Don't get him wrong, he liked having something like a tattoo for his grandmother, but he just felt guilty that he'd gotten it despite her wishes.

Letting the shirt fall a bit he could see it more clearly. And all he could say was that he was in awe. Not like before where he had seen something for the first time. But more of a awe that made his eyes keep staring over it. He had easier access to running his fingers along him, letting his fingers trace every moon from the nape of his neck to the writing written at the bottom. His skin was soft, and while any other person would have called him weird for touching them he was a bit shocked Kyran let him touch him. He sucked at Spanish but he knew a few words, and he knew the word grandmother. Possibly that was the woman he saw in the Polaroid photographs? Obviously she meant a lot to him and it made Casper melt that he was allowed to see that by the permanent ink laced across a canvas he called Kyrans back. He didnt know what to say, but he knew he didnt want to ask him to many questions. He didnt want to touch a sensitive subject or anything. Instead he hummed an unidentifiable tune was grazing the pads of his fingers over Kyrans back repetitively. "Its a beautiful tattoo Kyran."

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Originally Posted by woly

Letting the shirt fall a bit he could see it more clearly. And all he could say was that he was in awe. Not like before where he had seen something for the first time. But more of a awe that made his eyes keep staring over it. He had easier access to running his fingers along him, letting his fingers trace every moon from the nape of his neck to the writing written at the bottom. His skin was soft, and while any other person would have called him weird for touching them he was a bit shocked Kyran let him touch him. He sucked at Spanish but he knew a few words, and he knew the word grandmother. Possibly that was the woman he saw in the Polaroid photographs? Obviously she meant a lot to him and it made Casper melt that he was allowed to see that by the permanent ink laced across a canvas he called Kyrans back. He didnt know what to say, but he knew he didnt want to ask him to many questions. He didnt want to touch a sensitive subject or anything. Instead he hummed an unidentifiable tune was grazing the pads of his fingers over Kyrans back repetitively. "Its a beautiful tattoo Kyran."

The guy nearly shuddered as Casper ran his fingers along his back. It felt nice, though, just to have him trace the ink laced through his back. When he felt the hand give enough space for him to pull his shirt back up, he did it quickly, buttoning it up quicker. As much as he liked and trusted Casper already, he rarely even showed Chi the tattoo, and he called her his little sister. He hummed, giving somewhat of a sarcastic laugh. It sounded solid than a nervous one and colder than a genuine one.

"Gracias, though I do know someone who would disagree with you," He muttered the last part as if he didn't really want to add it on and it had been sort of an afterthought. He sighed, flipping his collar up to wrap the tie around his neck, hands moving to tie it in a way that showed he'd done the knot many times. It was a fairly complicated knot, but it was obvious it was something casual for Kyran.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

The guy nearly shuddered as Casper ran his fingers along his back. It felt nice, though, just to have him trace the ink laced through his back. When he felt the hand give enough space for him to pull his shirt back up, he did it quickly, buttoning it up quicker. As much as he liked and trusted Casper already, he rarely even showed Chi the tattoo, and he called her his little sister. He hummed, giving somewhat of a sarcastic laugh. It sounded solid than a nervous one and colder than a genuine one.

"Gracias, though I do know someone who would disagree with you," He muttered the last part as if he didn't really want to add it on and it had been sort of an afterthought. He sighed, flipping his collar up to wrap the tie around his neck, hands moving to tie it in a way that showed he'd done the knot many times. It was a fairly complicated knot, but it was obvious it was something casual for Kyran.

He gave a small frown at him, though he probably couldnt see it as he was facing away from him. Whatever the tattoo meant to him he was sensitive about it, seeing as he quickly pulled up his shirt as if he would stare to long. And that laugh wasnt the one he remembered last time he heard it. It was more sarcastic;blunt. Not genuine. "They may have their reasoning but its all about how you feel about it," he placed a hand on his shoulder,"aslong as it makes you truly happy then thats all that matters." he didnt know what context he was speaking to him to but it was the most comfort he could give. he wouldnt asking questions or pick at him for answers, instead just left it be. He took away his hand and ran it through his messy bed head. "Im going to go get dressed." he said softly. He made his way towards his phone and unplugged it and headed towards the bathroom.

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Originally Posted by woly

He gave a small frown at him, though he probably couldnt see it as he was facing away from him. Whatever the tattoo meant to him he was sensitive about it, seeing as he quickly pulled up his shirt as if he would stare to long. And that laugh wasnt the one he remembered last time he heard it. It was more sarcastic;blunt. Not genuine. "They may have their reasoning but its all about how you feel about it," he placed a hand on his shoulder,"aslong as it makes you truly happy then thats all that matters." he didnt know what context he was speaking to him to but it was the most comfort he could give. he wouldnt asking questions or pick at him for answers, instead just left it be. He took away his hand and ran it through his messy bed head. "Im going to go get dressed." he said softly. He made his way towards his phone and unplugged it and headed towards the bathroom.

Kyran waited until Casper left the room, finally letting himself breathe and letting out a shuddery sigh, leaning onto the dresser as if he couldn't stand on his own. He didn't mean to make Casper uncomfortable if he had, or make him think he'd upset him, but he'd really regretted that tattoo. Weeks after he got it, he woke up every morning and said apologised when he felt the sting of it, and he apologised every night when he saw it in the mirror after his showers. He'd completely forgotten about it, because if he'd remembered he wouldn't have let Casper see it. But he shook his head and took a shaky breath, mumbling an apology under his breath before swallowing thickly. He took a few shaky breaths until they started to even out, taking a really deep one before standing up straight and finishing the Eldredge knot he'd begun, cutting it close to his throat. He folded his collar down, taking a tie clip from a dresser drawer and clipping the tie to his shirt.

He looked himself in the mirror, pressing his shirt flat and brushing a few stray hair clumps into place, making himself look presentable before pulling on socks and black dress shoes. When he was finished, he left to the kitchen, taking out a half empty container of eggs and unopened package of bacon. As long as Casper was staying here, he'd treat him well and with respect, because he was his guest, and if that meant cooking for once in several months, then he'd do it.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran waited until Casper left the room, finally letting himself breathe and letting out a shuddery sigh, leaning onto the dresser as if he couldn't stand on his own. He didn't mean to make Casper uncomfortable if he had, or make him think he'd upset him, but he'd really regretted that tattoo. Weeks after he got it, he woke up every morning and said apologised when he felt the sting of it, and he apologised every night when he saw it in the mirror after his showers. He'd completely forgotten about it, because if he'd remembered he wouldn't have let Casper see it. But he shook his head and took a shaky breath, mumbling an apology under his breath before swallowing thickly. He took a few shaky breaths until they started to even out, taking a really deep one before standing up straight and finishing the Eldredge knot he'd begun, cutting it close to his throat. He folded his collar down, taking a tie clip from a dresser drawer and clipping the tie to his shirt.

He looked himself in the mirror, pressing his shirt flat and brushing a few stray hair clumps into place, making himself look presentable before pulling on socks and black dress shoes. When he was finished, he left to the kitchen, taking out a half empty container of eggs and unopened package of bacon. As long as Casper was staying here, he'd treat him well and with respect, because he was his guest, and if that meant cooking for once in several months, then he'd do it.

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him quickly, flipping the light on and looking in the mirror. Fully awake now and all he could feel was pure anxiety. Had it been wrong to point out his tattoo? To touch it? to even mention it in the first place? Casper was a ride n die when it came to emotions; if you cried, hed cry, if you were scared, hed be scared and so on. He could also pick up on social cues such as that. The way he pulled his shirt up as if to hide something so beautiful to Casper. He regretted bringing it up. Sighing he took off his glasses and looked in the mirror again. All he could see was a blurred outline of himself. He looked and could see a distorted shelf in his vision, hands feeling around for his pile of clothes. Eventually he found them, slipping the too large sweat pants off reluctantly and slipping back into jeans and turtle neck. he slipped his glasses back on and put on his socks and his boots. They werent girl boots, a rich leather that were a high top style. Standing back up he looked in the mirror. Hed lost his hair tye on the bed he guessed. Rummaging around in his pocket he found a spare and pulled his hair back. The ponytail part was more like a ball of fluff seeing how thick his hair was bur he didnt care. hesitantly walking out of the bathroom he made his way to the kitchen, sitting at his same stool. He looked down though, playing with the edges of his sweater sleeves.

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Originally Posted by woly

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him quickly, flipping the light on and looking in the mirror. Fully awake now and all he could feel was pure anxiety. Had it been wrong to point out his tattoo? To touch it? to even mention it in the first place? Casper was a ride n die when it came to emotions; if you cried, hed cry, if you were scared, hed be scared and so on. He could also pick up on social cues such as that. The way he pulled his shirt up as if to hide something so beautiful to Casper. He regretted bringing it up. Sighing he took off his glasses and looked in the mirror again. All he could see was a blurred outline of himself. He looked and could see a distorted shelf in his vision, hands feeling around for his pile of clothes. Eventually he found them, slipping the too large sweat pants off reluctantly and slipping back into jeans and turtle neck. he slipped his glasses back on and put on his socks and his boots. They werent girl boots, a rich leather that were a high top style. Standing back up he looked in the mirror. Hed lost his hair tye on the bed he guessed. Rummaging around in his pocket he found a spare and pulled his hair back. The ponytail part was more like a ball of fluff seeing how thick his hair was bur he didnt care. hesitantly walking out of the bathroom he made his way to the kitchen, sitting at his same stool. He looked down though, playing with the edges of his sweater sleeves.

When Casper came in, Kyran didn't look at him, didn't say anything. At least not for a while. He was silent at the stove, the plates already out with half of the four eggs he decided to cook. He felt guilty, he could feel the difference in Casper's attitude. He knew he'd been a little too obviously touchy about the tattoo, he hadn't meant to be so standoffish about it, he just really didn't like the thing. He was ashamed of it.

He slid the rest of the eggs onto a serving plate, and soon enough the bacon came out too, and he set both plates on the kitchen island without looking at Casper, let alone say anything. He brought the pans and spatula to the sink, not rinsing it and sticking it in the dishwasher. Instead, he stood there, turning on the hot water and starting to clean the dishes. It was silent for a long time, so quiet it felt deafening. Kyran finally cleared his throat.

"Apologies if I was rude about my tattoo. I do not let many see it, even coming to photographers and Chichima herself, you know. It was not your fault." He sighed, finishing cleaning one pan and moving onto the next, "Really, do not blame yourself. Really, I thank you for complimenting it." And he didn't say much more, just continuing to clean the used pans.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

When Casper came in, Kyran didn't look at him, didn't say anything. At least not for a while. He was silent at the stove, the plates already out with half of the four eggs he decided to cook. He felt guilty, he could feel the difference in Casper's attitude. He knew he'd been a little too obviously touchy about the tattoo, he hadn't meant to be so standoffish about it, he just really didn't like the thing. He was ashamed of it.

He slid the rest of the eggs onto a serving plate, and soon enough the bacon came out too, and he set both plates on the kitchen island without looking at Casper, let alone say anything. He brought the pans and spatula to the sink, not rinsing it and sticking it in the dishwasher. Instead, he stood there, turning on the hot water and starting to clean the dishes. It was silent for a long time, so quiet it felt deafening. Kyran finally cleared his throat.

"Apologies if I was rude about my tattoo. I do not let many see it, even coming to photographers and Chichima herself, you know. It was not your fault." He sighed, finishing cleaning one pan and moving onto the next, "Really, do not blame yourself. Really, I thank you for complimenting it." And he didn't say much more, just continuing to clean the used pans.

It was quiet. But not like the quiet that was peaceful before them the last time they sat here. He could practically feel the tension in the air and it only made him want to curl in a ball and apologize over and over. To a person like himself he would feel ten times as much as another person would feel in a situation. and all he could feel was guilt. He didnt even feel hungry anymore, be he knew he should eat. Both for not wanting to be rude and he knew hed be hungry once he felt better anyway so he would just eat now. "I-its fine," he mumbled quietly. It was like he had taken a step back now, stuttering again,"Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I s-shouldn't have mentioned it." he never realized how much of an impact Kyrans presence was on him. He wasnt looking at him, didnt even glance up in his direction. Instead, turning away from him and washing dishes when he knew damn well that the dish washer was empty. hed wait for Kyran to be done to eat, instead leaning forward and resting his chin on folded arms of the counter and staring at the plate of food.

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Originally Posted by woly

It was quiet. But not like the quiet that was peaceful before them the last time they sat here. He could practically feel the tension in the air and it only made him want to curl in a ball and apologize over and over. To a person like himself he would feel ten times as much as another person would feel in a situation. and all he could feel was guilt. He didnt even feel hungry anymore, be he knew he should eat. Both for not wanting to be rude and he knew hed be hungry once he felt better anyway so he would just eat now. "I-its fine," he mumbled quietly. It was like he had taken a step back now, stuttering again,"Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I s-shouldn't have mentioned it." he never realized how much of an impact Kyrans presence was on him. He wasnt looking at him, didnt even glance up in his direction. Instead, turning away from him and washing dishes when he knew damn well that the dish washer was empty. hed wait for Kyran to be done to eat, instead leaning forward and resting his chin on folded arms of the counter and staring at the plate of food.

It was only when he'd finished washing the pan that Ky finally gave Casper a side-eye. The guy wasn't even eating. He sighed, drying off his hands and going to sit in front of Casper with a huff. He didn't say anything right away, but for the first time since they'd been in the kitchen together, Kyran looked at him, copper eyes sympathetic and sweet. Understanding. He placed a gentle but firm hand on Casper's shoulder.

He took a breath, "Amigo, do not feel guilt. Do not blame yourself for how I feel. It is not your fault, and you do not need to worry. You are my friend, and even if you cannot bring yourself not to blame yourself, then I forgive you. Okay?"