AU RP--

[mooneye]

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[mooneye]

"...Doesn't it just go... up and down?" He glanced over his shoulder but couldn't quite watch what was happening, and so sat straight again and just listened.

[youngesthokage]

"Not exactly. If you just start at the top and brush down, you'll rip your hair out." He started carefully at the ends. "And yanking your way through it anyway will just make it tangle worse the next time."

[mooneye]

There would have been quite a lot of yanking if that brush had been handed to him to use. He tried to pay attention to the way the brushing felt, the little tugs working from the tips upward. "I'm not sure if it could get tangled much worse than this time..."

[youngesthokage]

"You could get the brush stuck so you would have to cut it out." His tone was matter of fact.

[mooneye]

"It's had some things stuck in it that were very difficult to get out," he admitted. "Though never a brush."

[youngesthokage]

"Brushes are designed to catch in tangles." His tone was amused and he shook his head, carefully working through the strands. "Your hair is too pretty to abuse this way Obito-nii."

[mooneye]

"Pretty?" He was bemused by that particular wording. He hadn't ever thought of the hair--or any part of himself--as especially pretty. "Not dashing and manly?"

[youngesthokage]

"Your hair goes beyond your backside, that immediately negates manly. As for dashing. Well, that would describe -you-, not your -hair-."

[mooneye]

He snorted. "I'm not sure I could pull off really manly even without the hair. Maybe halfway there, for an Uchiha."

[youngesthokage]

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss his cheek before settling back again. "You don't have to be -really- manly. You're Obito-nii-sama and you've -always- been perfect..." His tone turned playful. "Enough."

[mooneye]

"Perfect-ish?" he asked. And he tilted his face toward the kiss, just a bit. And peered over his shoulder with a sly smirk. "Well. I think you've always been perfect-ish too, little cousin."

[youngesthokage]

"Not perfect-ish, perfect -enough-." He peered back at him, leaning against his back for a moment before pulling back to resume brushing his hair.

[mooneye]

He hummed. "Well. I'm glad you think so." He turned to face away again, looking into the room beyond.

what timezone are you? ::suddenly curious::

[youngesthokage]

"I've always thought so. I... took your death harder than anyone in the clan I think."

Mountain time zone! It's about 6:30 here. You?

[mooneye]

He was quiet a moment. "I'm here with you now," he said. And twisted enough to raise a hand and touch his arm, and look at him.

8:30 here~ You share a timezone with Itachi-san and Sasuke

[youngesthokage]

He paused, resting his hand over his. "You're not... happy about some of the choices I've made, are you?"

Ah, cool that some of us are close together!

[mooneye]

He just watched him a moment before shifting to sit and face him completely, taking the hand in both of his and running his thumbs along the delicate knuckles. "Not entirely happy about some of them, I suppose." He was silent. "But if you knew all of my choices I'm not sure you'd be entirely happy with some of them, either."

Close is relative...

[youngesthokage]

He curled his fingers, the other resting on the brush. "Just... you're very not happy about Kisame, is all."

Lol, very relative... A couple of my other RP partners are European.

[mooneye]

"...I don't know if it's wise to trust..." But he stopped himself. Because really it wasn't so wise to trust him either. He didn't have the right to judge, or to give advise about things like this.

"...I've always admired his reputation." He said, instead. "But his reputation is bloody."

Haha, Sas is a Canadian

[youngesthokage]

He gave a lopsided smile. "Yes, I know, but he respects me for being able to subdue him. At least that was the matter at first."

So awesome, people from everywhere <3

[mooneye]

That didn't ease his concern very much. "You could have picked someone from the clan," he said, sort of shaking his head and looking away. "Or even just someone from one of the other clans in the village. It's just... well." He sighed. "Anyway, I do want to meet him."

Even Serbia!

[youngesthokage]

"...He captured my attention. I..." He paused a moment, tightening his fingers a bit, looking down at their fingers. "You were gone too long."

[mooneye]

He wasn't expecting the physical sting of that. A kind of tightness, a sharp prickling in his chest. What was it? He couldn't name the feeling, exactly. He knew sorrow and loneliness, and rage, and it was not quite any of those things. It was different. He cringed.

After a long silence, very quietly, "...What if I hadn't been gone?"

[youngesthokage]

"I don't... I don't know." He didn't lift his head, hiding behind his bangs as he ran his thumb along the side of one of the hands holding his.

[mooneye]

What could he say? No words came to him. They couldn't know, he supposed, just what would have happened if they'd had all those years together.

He lifted the hand he still held and kissed the back of it, the fingers and fingertips, opened it to press his mouth against the palm.