"No it's not."
"It sounds pretty that way."
"Blood isn't pretty," Jyuushirou objected. "Cherry blossoms are pretty . . . that tickles."
"Lie still," Shunsui murmured into his friend's palm, licking more of the wine away.
"Shunsui?"
"Mm?"
"You think they'll notice?"
"Notice what?"
"You dumping all that wine into the baths systems?"
Shunsui looked up for a moment, and paused to appreciate the view of entangled bodies. "Tomorrow's problem," he decided, and bent back to Jyuushirou again.
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