[a breathless laugh tumbles from Edamura's lips as he slides one arm around Rom's back to return the hug, a tight, appreciative squeeze. fingers of his other hand bury into black locks, ruffling them slightly (affectionately) as he lets himself lean into the embrace. the lines of tension that frame his body ease into something more. . . comfortable]
You give me way too much credit, Rom.
[from this proximity, Rom can't see the way Edamura's lips curve into a grin. it's still halfhearted-- laced with the exhaustion he feels from remembering this period of his life-- but. . .]
After all, the old bastard-- and my associates-- are all still very much alive.
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[a breathless laugh tumbles from Edamura's lips as he slides one arm around Rom's back to return the hug, a tight, appreciative squeeze. fingers of his other hand bury into black locks, ruffling them slightly (affectionately) as he lets himself lean into the embrace. the lines of tension that frame his body ease into something more. . . comfortable]
You give me way too much credit, Rom.
[from this proximity, Rom can't see the way Edamura's lips curve into a grin. it's still halfhearted-- laced with the exhaustion he feels from remembering this period of his life-- but. . .]
After all, the old bastard-- and my associates-- are all still very much alive.