[ His grumbling has no fire to it, it's little more than the complaint of a spoiled child. He doesn't hate it anyway, not really; there've definitely been nights when he's demanded it from the old man loud enough for all of Shinjuku to hear.
There's a limp tug at his hair, but with him that close, it doesn't do much of anything. He gives up, idly running his fingers over the fresh scratches on Jakurai's back. ]
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[ His grumbling has no fire to it, it's little more than the complaint of a spoiled child.
He doesn't hate it anyway, not really; there've definitely been nights when he's demanded it from the old man loud enough for all of Shinjuku to hear.
There's a limp tug at his hair, but with him that close, it doesn't do much of anything. He gives up, idly running his fingers over the fresh scratches on Jakurai's back. ]
Good thing you're a doctor.