Preparing for the festival.

[youngesthokage]

He had a neat pile next to him on the counter, black and silver leather rabbit god mask at the very top. It was a bit morbid, the story of that, but it seemed like everything about this festival was morbid, so that was actually appropriate, in a way. He had the pale off white and frost blue kimono pulled most of the way up his shoulders, and he turned carefully one way, then the other as he examined himself in the mirror.

The reason? He was playing around with Oiroke, but he was doing it behind a closed door in the bathroom, and he sincerely hoped no one came to see what was taking him so long. He was just... curious. After all, he'd never spent much time in the shape and he had a memory of doing so.

Still, did it really change so little about his appearance?

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[youngesthokage]

He gave a soft laugh, and humor colored his voice. "You only say that because we look just alike."

[itachi_san]

Itachi couldn't help but laugh at that.

"For all I know, you could have changed that fact. It's been several weeks since I've seen you."

[youngesthokage]

"Which means I look -more- like you, not less. It's not as though I'd cut my hair just to spite you." He smirked, pressing his lips against his cheek.

[itachi_san]

"I'd hope not." Itachi reached up to stroke his partner's head. "I like running my fingers through it."

[youngesthokage]

He hummed and tipped his head into his hand. "I always liked it better this way myself."

[itachi_san]

Itachi let his hands run through his partner's long hair. It was so silky, so smooth. It always looked shinier than his own, and he pictured that vividly in his mind as he felt the strands falling through his fingers.

He kissed his partner gently on the lips.

"I'm glad."

[youngesthokage]

He laughed softly and smiled. "Don't go cutting yours either, mm?"

[itachi_san]

"I wouldn't dream of it." he smiled. "I think I like you running your hands through mine just as much as I love running my hands through yours."

He paused, letting his hands make their way over the Hokage's shoulders.

"Actually, there are a lot of places I like putting my hands on you..."

[youngesthokage]

"Well, you do have a standing invitation to do just that." He laughed and leaned into him.

[itachi_san]

He smirked, letting his hands slide off his partner's shoulders. He traced the muscles on his arms, his thin, yet supple, wrists. He slid his long, delicate fingers between the Hokage's, holding his hands as though they were a perfect match.

[youngesthokage]

He hummed, rubbing their cheeks together. "I love you."

[itachi_san]

Itachi nuzzled his partner back. That was another touch he enjoyed. At least there wasn't any blood dripping down his cheek this time.

"Me too, you."

[youngesthokage]

He hummed, pleased, and wrapped one of their laced pairs of hands behind his own back, stepping to press close. "That makes me happy."

[itachi_san]

"You make me happy." Itachi replied quickly, with heavy emphasis on the word 'you.'

He gave the Hokage's hands a squeeze.

[youngesthokage]

He drew his other hand behind his back as well so his partner was encircling him. "Well, then we're both happy."

[itachi_san]

Another kiss was planted firmly on the Hokage's lips.

A very appropriate answer.

[youngesthokage]

He kissed right back, groaning softly as he tilted his head to deepen it without need for prompting.