catsarefoolish:

hatori-sohma:

Beautiful. Perfect. Now, we need Shigure to be officiant, Kisa can be the flower girl, Ayame will Hatori’s best man. Were they planning a Spring wedding or perhaps sometime in the Fall? Where should the honeymoon be?

Kisa would be a lovely flower girl. And Hiro a ring bearer. Spring has more beautiful floral options. So, I vote for a spring wedding. I don’t have to wear a dress do I? I don’t mind it in the privacy of your company but not in front of the others. As for the honeymoon they first night they could spend at the family onsen. A naked evening spent in warm relaxing waters and bathrobes before taking off for a few days away from absolutely all of them.

I can let go of the wedding dress if you promise to have some elegant and lacy negligee for the wedding night. Speaking of which, we need to call Ayame. Yes, Spring sounds wonderful, I will leave the flower choices to you. After all, you are the botanist in the family. I believe staying the night at the onsen will be nice, though afterwards, I’d very much like to fly you to Spain without the family’s knowledge. I’m thinking we’ll take a week, travelling around Europe for the honeymoon. What do you think?

catsarefoolish:

hatori-sohma replied to your post: Ayame, Shigure, Hatori, Kureno for the…

*puts a ring on it*

We only accept if you present us with a little you to wrap around our finger.

Beautiful. Perfect. Now, we need Shigure to be officiant, Kisa can be the flower girl, Ayame will Hatori’s best man. Were they planning a Spring wedding or perhaps sometime in the Fall? Where should the honeymoon be?

Shall We Dance? (closed w/grumpylittledragon)

catsarefoolish:

“Yes. Of course.”

Seating himself on the familiar examination table, Yuki undid the first few buttons along his button up top, preparing for what was to likely come. The stethoscope would come soon enough to check on his lungs. He was quite used to the age-old routine. He could almost do it in his sleep and had on occasion when an early morning session was all that could be scheduled.

Though, the introduced subject matter startled him just a bit. “School…?”

Did he suspect something was on his mind? Or did he always ask such questions? He’d missed enough of these not to entirely remember. Clearing his throat and neutralizing his expression he answered with a soft smile. “Ah. School is fine. Thank you. How are things here?”

{♞} —

Hatori followed the tired old routine, slipping the stethoscope into his ears and pressing the cold metal tip of it to multiple places around Yuki’s chest and back, listening to his breathing and heart rate. His lungs sounded quite good for the time being, this pleased the stoic dragon. 

After a moment, feldgrau orbs flicked back up towards the amethyst hues, nodding. “Good. Things are fine here, the same as usual.” He remained as succinct as ever, not giving a direct answer to his question. Hatori wasn’t purposefully being so vague, it was just his manner of speaking. Yuki would understand that perhaps better than anyone else.

“Well, your lungs sound rather good, Yuki. Have you had an attack recently? Do you still keep your inhaler on you?” Hatori asked, grilling the younger cousin, just as he did each time Yuki wandered into this office, half-asleep or not (which was usually more often than not, truth be told).

Shall We Dance? (closed w/grumpylittledragon)

catsarefoolish:

“Yes. Of course.”

Seating himself on the familiar examination table, Yuki undid the first few buttons along his button up top, preparing for what was to likely come. The stethoscope would come soon enough to check on his lungs. He was quite used to the age-old routine. He could almost do it in his sleep and had on occasion when an early morning session was all that could be scheduled.

Though, the introduced subject matter startled him just a bit. “School…?”

Did he suspect something was on his mind? Or did he always ask such questions? He’d missed enough of these not to entirely remember. Clearing his throat and neutralizing his expression he answered with a soft smile. “Ah. School is fine. Thank you. How are things here?”

{♞} —

Hatori followed the tired old routine, slipping the stethoscope into his ears and pressing the cold metal tip of it to multiple places around Yuki’s chest and back, listening to his breathing and heart rate. His lungs sounded quite good for the time being, this pleased the stoic dragon. 

After a moment, feldgrau orbs flicked back up towards the amethyst hues, nodding. “Good. Things are fine here, the same as usual.” He remained as succinct as ever, not giving a direct answer to his question. Hatori wasn’t purposefully being so vague, it was just his manner of speaking. Yuki would understand that perhaps better than anyone else.

“Well, your lungs sound rather good, Yuki. Have you had an attack recently? Do you still keep your inhaler on you?” Hatori asked, grilling the younger cousin, just as he did each time Yuki wandered into this office, half-asleep or not (which was usually more often than not, truth be told).

This is a tumblr butt touch. Pass this to at least 10 of your favorite blogs to show them how much you love their butt. Make sure you don’t break the chain or your butt will deflate. Happy tumblr butt touching! (//It’s anatomical perfection, Tori. *pat* *pat* Functionally perf.)

{♞} —

“Thank you, Yuki.” Finally, there was some sense in the madness that was his family. If anyone, Hatori could always count on Yuki to have his back, just as the dragon had his. “…And for the record, I find your… Backside… To be both perfectly functional, as well as… Aesthetically pleasing.” This was admitted through gritted teeth, but the lewd compliment was completely sincere. 

This is a tumblr butt touch. Pass this to at least 10 of your favorite blogs to show them how much you love their butt. Make sure you don’t break the chain or your butt will deflate. Happy tumblr butt touching! (//It’s anatomical perfection, Tori. *pat* *pat* Functionally perf.)

{♞} —

“Thank you, Yuki.” Finally, there was some sense in the madness that was his family. If anyone, Hatori could always count on Yuki to have his back, just as the dragon had his. “…And for the record, I find your… Backside… To be both perfectly functional, as well as… Aesthetically pleasing.” This was admitted through gritted teeth, but the lewd compliment was completely sincere. 

Playlist

Write the word “Playlist” in my inbox and I’ll tell you a song I associate with your muse.

Simple Minds – Don’t You Forget About Me

“As you walk on by… Will you call my name?”

First of all, I get serious ‘Breakfast Club’ vibes from Yuki. Secondly, a pun about memories because his friends did forget about him him (Ba dum tiss! Thanks Hatori!). Thirdly: he made Machi call out his name when his curse broke a la the above quote. Yuki is the equivalent of a bad 80′s teen drama/comedy. What does that even mean? No clue. Enjoy.

Playlist

Write the word “Playlist” in my inbox and I’ll tell you a song I associate with your muse.

Simple Minds – Don’t You Forget About Me

“As you walk on by… Will you call my name?”

First of all, I get serious ‘Breakfast Club’ vibes from Yuki. Secondly, a pun about memories because his friends did forget about him him (Ba dum tiss! Thanks Hatori!). Thirdly: he made Machi call out his name when his curse broke a la the above quote. Yuki is the equivalent of a bad 80′s teen drama/comedy. What does that even mean? No clue. Enjoy.

Shall We Dance? (closed w/grumpylitledragon)

catsarefoolish:

Walking down the familiar path, Yuki looked around as he stepped cautiously around the bend which lead up to his cousin’s office. The estate was so pretty and green. It was almost easy to forget how much he hated returning here.

It was time for another check-up. Though, this time he was uncharacteristically on-time without prompting or barking from either Hatori or his household ‘guardian’.Walking up the steps to his office he knocked on the door before peeking inside.

“Hello? Am I… too early?”

{♞} — “Of course not, Yuki. You are actually on time,” Hatori mused deadpan, setting his book aside and pulling up his sleeve to glance at his watch. Right on time. How odd, Hatori thought, though the idea was fleeting. Slipping his reading glasses off, the dragon set them on top of his closed book and motioned towards his office. “Come along then, let’s get this finished as quickly as possible.” It wasn’t that Hatori was in any particular rush, on the contrary, it was Yuki who often pressed him to make the examinations as quick as possible, so Hatori would comply.

“Just take a seat and we can get started. How has school been?” He asked, making light, polite conversation while he slipped his doctor’s coat on and began searching around for his leather doctor’s bag. The damned thing always seemed to go missing at the most inopportune times.

Shall We Dance? (closed w/grumpylitledragon)

catsarefoolish:

Walking down the familiar path, Yuki looked around as he stepped cautiously around the bend which lead up to his cousin’s office. The estate was so pretty and green. It was almost easy to forget how much he hated returning here.

It was time for another check-up. Though, this time he was uncharacteristically on-time without prompting or barking from either Hatori or his household ‘guardian’.Walking up the steps to his office he knocked on the door before peeking inside.

“Hello? Am I… too early?”

{♞} — “Of course not, Yuki. You are actually on time,” Hatori mused deadpan, setting his book aside and pulling up his sleeve to glance at his watch. Right on time. How odd, Hatori thought, though the idea was fleeting. Slipping his reading glasses off, the dragon set them on top of his closed book and motioned towards his office. “Come along then, let’s get this finished as quickly as possible.” It wasn’t that Hatori was in any particular rush, on the contrary, it was Yuki who often pressed him to make the examinations as quick as possible, so Hatori would comply.

“Just take a seat and we can get started. How has school been?” He asked, making light, polite conversation while he slipped his doctor’s coat on and began searching around for his leather doctor’s bag. The damned thing always seemed to go missing at the most inopportune times.