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Twenty-second Lotus - blooming twice

[There are a lot of spots on the page where his pen has rested as he tries to figure out what to write and how. Then his familiar handwriting starts.]

I do not know how to apologize since I still do not know what happened but I am sorry and I am back! And I would like to see everyone who wants to see me.

[There's more pen resting.]

I have a brother now! It is not worth dying over. But now I have one, and I wanted one. So that is good at least.

I think that I need to figure out how to alter the direction of my kick in mid-air. Does anyone have suggestions?

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[Bell doesn't believe it's a promise anyone can keep, but even he feels better with a little reassurance.]

[So much to say there. It's clear he's holding back a few comments.]

Handcuffs, then. Though, I don't know... He might look good in a collar. [He traces a line over Youth's neck where a collar would sit.] Maybe we'll test it with a scarf later.

[He's a bit glad that Bell's comment went over Lotus' head. It would be nice if they always did.]

You are right! I am very much not Tenzou!

And you have the handcuffs al-- [Youth cuts off mid-sentence as Bell traces over his skin. Focus is very hard when he's doing that and murmurring about trying it out. Lotus is right there, though. He doesn't want to make his son uncomfortable.]

Ah. Yes. It is better to be... careful. [And careful does not involve making out with Bell with his son right there. At all.]

[Unfortunately, only so much can go over Lotus' head, considering his past reading material. He sits up, looking at his dad and his reaction to Bell touching his neck.]

Wait. Is this about bondaging again?

[Well, Bell knew it was coming eventually, especially with how Youth reacts. Maybe he was egging it on. He doesn't try to hide the smile any more than the scarf already does for him.]

Maybe~ Or maybe I'm just interested in keeping your dad safe--like when we tied him down while he was sick.

...I should go get the handcuffs. [And he slides off the couch and heads to the bedroom.]

It... [Stupid books. Being left out. Youth facepalmed as Bell added fuel to the fire with his voice and heading for the room.]

Binding. Binding is how you say it, and bondage. It is not bondaging.

Bell! Another... I thought... Maybe... Maybe tonight I could hold you both. Just tonight? Just holding? [With maybe a kiss. Or two.]

Oh. But bondaging makes more sense... [Lotus watches as Bell starts to go, then looks over at his father.]

If you are going to have sex I am going to go listen to my CD player. <i[It's said perfectly bluntly.]

[Bell misses the comment from Lotus--a shame, really, because it's a gem, but at least it spares him from dying a little inside--and returns with the handcuffs. He efficiently snaps one set on one of Youth's wrists and then on one of Lotus's. He puts the other on himself and Youth before retaking his seat.]

Holding, sure. But this way you don't accidentally let go.

[He drops the keys onto the coffee table.] ...uh, just in case someone decides they don't want to be held. [Or for practicality's sake, like a bathroom trip.]

Any objections?

But it is not correct. [It took a moment for Lotus' comment to sink in.] I... we... Not! Lotus!

[He was saved by Bell's return, and was rather relieved at both pairs being used.] Good. We will prevent accidents like this.

[Smiling, Youth used the cuffs to draw both of his precious people closer.] I do not object.

[Lotus looks down at the metal encircling his wrist, then over at Youth, who is cuffed to both of them. It seems like a good idea to him.]

This way Dad cannot go off and die without us. [Lotus smiles at Bell.] But I want to be let go before you decide to go have sex, because I do not think I want to see that.

[As Youth draws them close, Bell does not snuggle down against him. No. He is tired, and it is tempting...]

Exactly. [He missed the kid's smile too, and gives a chuckle at the declaration.]

Fair enough. I don't want you in on that either. I'll let your dad make the call on when we plan to do anything like that. [He pushes back some of Youth's hair, which is still gooey with cocoon mess, and then wipes the goo on Youth's pantleg. ...Not pleasant.] Shower tomorrow.

I am not dying again. [And if he did, he would feel horrible if they died with him. But he wanted them close. It was nice to have them close. And whatever Bell thought in denial, he was snuggling.]

You will definitely not be involved in that. [He leaned into Bell's touch, happy. Even if Bell was reminding that he was covered in goo.] What happens if the goo dries?

Good. [Content that he won't have to witness anything he shouldn't, Lotus curls in against Youth's side, pillowing his head against his father's shoulder. He could care less about the goo- as long as Youth is there, nothing else matters.]

[Not snuggling! The kid was snuggling. Though if Bell was snuggling, it was only because it had been a long time (eight days was long) and it felt good to be close to Youth again. Only he wouldn't even admit to that. So not snuggling.]

We soak you.
And scrub. Really good.

[And with the kid distracted using his dad as a body pillow, Bell leaned up and discreetly dropped the scarf long enough to plant a kiss on Youth's cheek.]

[Totally, completely snuggling. All three. It felt good to snuggle with both of them, and he could happily stay there for hours. Youth closed his eyes, relaxing. At Bell's comment he started to blush just a little again. That sounded good. Really good.]

Ah. Then that will work.

[He smiled at the kiss, turning his head to try to catch Bell's lips for a brief moment. He was back, and had both of his precious people with him.]

[Lotus ignores the kiss, figuring he can be magnanimous about that kind of thing for the moment considering. And maybe Bell isn't so bad after all. Though...]

Dad? Do you remember any of it?

[Bell barely dodges Youth's lips--that would prolong the kiss, and the kid is right there--and then he remains quiet, faking a lack of interest, while waiting for a reply to Lotus's question. Depending on what Youth remembers and says now, here, it could change things around the house.]

[Was one kiss really that bad? At least Bell had taken his hand. He knew Bell was happy to see him. Youth paused as he thought back before shaking his head.]

I do not. It is almost there. It is like something you see out of the corner of your eye but not exactly. I was in the Wilderness doing the Temple run again and then I was in the cocoon. But Stoneface has more details. He said he will be coming over to speak with me.

[Actually... Youth glanced at Bell, noticing the silence. Stoneface had said he told Bell everything, so the sudden silence was telling. If only he knew what it was telling.]

[Lotus worries at his bottom lip, thinking.]

Ask him if there was anything about a girl named Shuriken? [A pause-] She was a few years older than me. With her hair in buns. And she fought with throwing weapons.

[In front of the kid, yes, one is bad.]

[From where he leans against Youth's shoulder, Bell pretends to be oblivious to the glance from Youth, and focuses on Lotus and his description of Shuriken. Stoneface hadn't mentioned anyone but other-Bell, Youth, and Stoneface present, but Shuriken was a familiar weapon, at least, and buns a familiar hairdo. Very traditional, both items. Bell couldn't say the description struck him as all that memorable, though. But perhaps for Youth and his son the girl was important.]

So you like older women, hm? Was she cute? [Buns sounded cute.]

[Oh, okay. Maybe.]

[Bell was ignoring the topic, and distracting from it. What did Bell know? Was it that bad? What could even be bad enough that Bell didn't want to talk about it? What had Youth done? At least the description of the girl was distracting. Hair in buns, throwing weapons... He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on what it was that spoke to him. He couldn't figure it out.]

Bell. My son does not need to be dating yet. You do not need to be finding him someone like you are trying with everyone else.

[He could focus on the lesser topic of Shuriken for now. Later, when alone with Bell, he would ask about what Stoneface had told him. First thing, actually, which might disappoint Bell. But Youth had a feeling this was important.]

[Lotus' cheeks flush slightly at the question.]

I guess? I mean, I was not really thinking about that at the time. But she was good with her weapons and seemed familiar and knew both me and Dad so... [There's a thoughtful pause.]

I guess she was cute. But I think Sailormoon is cuter. [The pink hair is something that he likes.]

Familiar in what way? [Could Shuriken be a younger version of Lotus' mother? Could that be the familiarity they felt? If she was from a different time...if that was possible, maybe.]

...Oh, really? [Now Bell was intrigued.]

It sounds... Like someone... [Youth shook his head. It wasn't as strong as his feeling about Lotus.] I do not know. She is not... I do not know. [He was saying that too much.]

[Youth's eyebrow went up at that statement from Lotus.] Is that why you work at the candy shop?

[His brow furrows at Bell's question.] Like someone important. I do not know how, but she was... like Dad, but not as strong. Bells.

[The boy's cheeks flush, and he looks down.] Maybe part of it?

[Someone important, but not quite as strong as Youth. It could still be the boy's mother, if the relationship wasn't as close, but...maybe it was a sibling? That really wasn't that much better.]

Hm... Maybe your sister.

[Bell chuckles.] How cute.

Twenty-second Lotus - blooming twice

[Quicklog] cruel! XD

[Quicklog] And cute.

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[Quicklog] -- Shame this is not the account with the Team Gai icon.

[Quicklog] -- Buns sound cute, hm?

[Quicklog] Bell would make that name so very inappropriate

[Quicklog] Buns are cute! And buns are inherently inappropriate. Youth has nice buns.

[Quicklog] Someone should get called bunbun more often, clearly.

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