AU RP--

[mooneye]

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[youngesthokage]

His other hand came up, curving gently against the unscarred side of his face as he ran his fingertips to the outside corner of his eye in a gentle brush of fingers so that he could open it. He didn't... He wasn't entirely certain how he should react to the plea, but he didn't pull away.

[mooneye]

Another shudder, smaller than before, though leaning against him Itachi could probably feel how it gripped him up and down. Obito hesitated and then lifted one hand to cup the back of his cousin's neck. The other--his left hand, his Uchiha hand--he raised, brushing the fingertips against the soft skin below his eye, just as Itachi had done for him.

[youngesthokage]

He stilled, unafraid. Then again, he'd never been one easy to scare, and he watched him, eyes half closing at the gesture as he remained trustingly quiet in his hold. Another shinobi, even another Uchiha might have panicked at the unconscious threat of the position, but it never even occurred to Itachi to be disturbed.

[mooneye]

It was strange. His own helpless trust had surprised him, though it had come naturally, overwhelmingly. Now Itachi's surprised him, as well. What reason had Obito given him... But here it was, like a gift. And he traced so-so lightly along the lashes of each eye, and--

"...Close them," he said. And bent and pressed his lips gently against each shut eyelid.

[youngesthokage]

He trusted him, wouldn't have come to such a secluded place with him if he didn't, and the request was easily met. He'd given him a reason once, and in spite of his long absence, that reason hadn't wavered. Thus, he let him do as he liked, calm under his touch, though clearly paying attention.

[mooneye]

He drew away slightly, just watching him back. He could still feel the places around his own eye where his cousin's fingers had traced. Nobody had ever touched him in that way before. He would not have allowed them to. What did this mean, he wondered?

[youngesthokage]

At the pause of contact, one eye opened just enough to peek at him through his lashes, though he didn't move, curious if he'd finished whatever it was he wished to do.

[mooneye]

Obito stayed still. His hands had slipped down to Itachi's shoulders, and he held onto him gently. Not really thinking just... letting this linger, waiting.

[youngesthokage]

He stroked his cheek after a moment, the scarred one, and smiled at him, both eyes opening fully.

[mooneye]

He watched him sort of intently for a few seconds before slipping back to being easy and relaxed, and smiling back. "Thank you, for that." He meant it.

[youngesthokage]

"Nothing to thank me for Obito-nii-sama." It was a low murmur, and he smiled softly.

[mooneye]

Who had ever been this kind to him? Nobody, he thought. Not out of fondness. He shook his head and smiled, letting Itachi go and stepping back. He glanced down at the bathtub. "I'll just be a minute. If you're sure you don't want to wash up first."

[youngesthokage]

He shook his head slightly. "I've gotten into the habit of soaking recently."

[mooneye]

"Fair enough." And he bent and slid over the edge of the tub and into the water himself. It was nicely warm, but he was planning to linger or relax particularly. Just scrub clean quick and efficient.

[youngesthokage]

He moved back a few steps, turning to set about stripping. If he was going to bathe as well, no point in waiting around. He made sure there were enough towels.

[mooneye]

Obito didn't quite notice at first. He was pulling his fingers through his hair, sorting the tangles into manageable locks when he glanced sideways. He went very still, just watching.

thought I replied to this o.o

[youngesthokage]

He was rather shameless, seeing no cause to be modest. The soft swell of his belly was clearer, this way, but by no means overly obvious if someone wasn't looking for it, his body still having the clearly defined muscle that even a typical kunoichi would have if she was any kind of decent hand to hand fighter. Still, the change of gender really didn't register fully with him in times like this, and he instead just moved to put the clothes away for later washing as he set up his towels.

no prob!

[mooneye]

He watched him. Curious. Any lingering doubts he'd had about the whole gender situation evaporated. That was a totally female body. He began to slowly wash his hair again but did not quite look away.

[youngesthokage]

Finally finished with that entire set up process, he moved over to perch himself nearby to watch Obito's progress. "Do you ever brush your hair?"

[mooneye]

"Only like this." He parted a last snag in it and scooped water up over his face, effectively scrubbing down from there to his neck, his shoulders and arms.

[youngesthokage]

"....No wonder it looks like that. I had been genuinely uncertain if that was just coarse spiking or tangles." He leaned forward, taking a wet lock between his fingers. "I hadn't -thought- you had coarse hair, and you don't."

[mooneye]

He watched him fingering the long, wet piece of hair. "Nah." He smiled and shook his head, and kept scrubbing clean more slowly, finishing up. "There's just a lot of it, and it gets mashed up like that."

[youngesthokage]

He frowned, then moved so he was perched on the edge of the tub instead so he could start picking through the tangles. "If you have it you should take better care of it Obito-nii-sama."

[mooneye]

He stilled, looking over his shoulder to see what Itachi was doing and then relaxing.

[youngesthokage]

"We'll give it a proper brushing after this, I have one." He frowned as he realized that he was rather awkwardly braced on the tub edge and then just slid into the water, satisfied when ti made it that much easier to get at the other man's hair.