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[Why HELLO THERE. It is, in fact, like a little cat trying to scruff a big one but also. The big one is finding at least one hand over his head before he's even really processed being ON THE GROUND.]

Should we-?

[Naw, fuck it. Absolutely going to see if he can pull out of this pin, JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT.]

[Yingxing can't help it, he growls, hand curling around the wrist he'd caught, and he leans down to press their foreheads together.]

You started this.

[The growl gets that immediate reaction. Pupils dialate from slits to pools and the swath of new fur raises on end.]

Gonna finish it?

[He punctates it with a sharp bite at Yingxing's lip.]

Shit, you bastard.

[He draws blood, and Yingxing dips his head to slot their mouths together in a devouring kiss.

Unfortunately he remembers, wait, he's here for something, so he's the one that breaks the kiss, too.]

Wait, wait, 'm - I was gonna ask somethin' else.

[He pauses, hands full of Yingxing..... ]

Oh? Shoot, bro.

You guys won a memory, right.

[He is not extracting himself, his hands wandering down his abs as he sits up right on Cade's hips.]

You gonna take it?

[Which means it takes a moment for his beleaguered brain cell to stop noticing HANDS and notice WORDS.]

OH! Uh yeah. I usually do that with Cash. Haven't gotten around to it yet though..

No.

[This poor Cash fellow is getting on his shitlist for no other reason than the crime of existing. Yingxing lays a hand flat over Cade's collarbone and curls over him.]

Not with anyone else. With me.

[to be fair that's normal for a gojo... ]

... Bro?

I want to see it with you first. Every time. All the time.

[OK so like.

He knows. He can see the red flags dancing around?

Look. It's just that red is his favorite colour and the man is SITTING RIGHT ASTRIDE HIM.

This might be on the hot side of fucked up.

Wait hang on it might ALSO be practical. ]

Okay but you gotta share yours too. If we're in this we're in this. Heart and knives, all of it.

[It's a little concerning how Yingxing immediately fishes out his memory feather out of his pockets, waving it around, like this is entirely premeditated.]

Way ahead of you, dear.

Bro how long you been thinking about this?

A while. I wasn't kidding about being possessive, you know.

... Can't say I'm not into it.

Let's go into my room that way if, you know, this gets wild....

[Also other reasons that may or may not be related.]

[He nods, getting off him and skulking all the way behind him, hand on Cade's lower back, above his tail, like someone would be trying to get to Cade...]

Lead the way.

[Like Cash could swoop in... ]

You got it, darling.

[The room has a SET OF FREE WEIGHTS NOW. But also the feather RIGHT THERE on his dresser.]

Me or you first?

[WAIT he is busy trotting over to look at the weights.]

Oh, these are great. I wanna work out here sometime. [He picks up a dumbbell and does a few curls, before looking back at his fiance.]

You first? [he brings back the weight.] Maybe it's somethin' cute.

BRO! Any time. Even got some weight belts and chalk for some serious work.

[ He sets down on the edge of the bed, picks up the feather and twirls it considering. ]

Maybe that guy's ma again...

[ He lets it settle in his palm and then just. Cuts a look at Yingxing, quiet and a little open. A little obviously scared of this. ]

Yeah. Like I said, cute stuff.

[Sitting on the edge of the bed with him, and taking his other hand.]

Whatever it is, 'm here with you, okay?

Yeah. I got you.

[ Takes a deep breath and squeezes the hand in his. And then lets that breath out over the spine of the feather. It quivers- ]

[And it lets go of a memory in turn.

His expression settles into an odd mix of predatory waiting and absolute boredom.]

[ It sharpens into a prideful grin, sharp and ready. Some fucking PUNK challenging him on HIS turf, in front of HIS men. All the gods and all the spectators watching. Who gives a shit who this bastard is. No one will after Sett's done with them. ]

[ And that anger bleeds into that now familiar rage. Brocade doesn't twitch as the skin of his face parts, a moment of white cheekbone showing before blood begins to pour down his cheek and neck.

Between their palms, hot blood begins to overflow between their twinned fingers, sticky, fresh and fast. ]

Oh, shit.

[He's still surfacing from the memory- for all the talk of being monsters, he was not prepared to watch all that blood, or the way this- this man, that looked like his fiance, that had his face - the way he mashed that guy's head into a crunchy mess on the ground. The blinding, numbing rage of it. Not even any hesitation.]

Oh fuck. [His hands are trembling when he clasps his hand against that bleeding palm, the other one coming up to cup his cheekbone, as if he could stem the bleeding. Warm blood runs sticky down his wrists.] Cade? Cade, it's not real. [But he's bleeding in the exact same places.] Cade!

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