Thoughts of Lilacs and Pretty Things

The Lilacs and Pretty Things

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First, his hair. It's really the first thing you notice about him. And it was honestly one of the first things Shuichi asked him about.

"I just played with it a lot. Twirled it around my finger too much and now it's stuck that way," he'd said. He still does play with his hair, in fact.

His eyes? His eyes. It's pretty cliché, but they're beautiful. Such a pretty violet color. They widen in excitement most times, and cry tears that may or may not be fake some other times. They really keep Shuichi busy, to tell the truth.

If Shuichi had to compare his voice to something, it'd be something like, oh he didn't know, maybe loud waterfalls at night? Something abrupt, and amplified, and sly, yet comforting when needed. Kokichi talked and talked and talked all the time, and yet Shuichi still fucking loves him, and tolerates him. It's amazing, beautiful magic.

(On a side note, has he noticed that his ears move a little when he smiles?)

But oh my fucking goodness his goddamn hands. (Shuichi has never thought so many swear words in one sentence, he doesn't think, oh gosh-) Everywhere. His hands are everywhere, all the time. Just as much as he talks, he's always moving his hands. He talks with his hands, and even when he's not talking his hands are a-goin'. When their hugging, or kissing, or something that didn't require talking- Kokichi would have his hands somewhere on Shuichi. Made every second of their lives a wild ride. (Especially with Kokichi's unpredictability- totally not hinting at anything.) If Kokichi's hands left imprints Shuichi'd be covered.

The last thing Shuichi would mention it his manners. Nice and not at the same time to any and everything. He'd make fun of a tree and then hug it, given the opportunity. The way Kokichi would point out everything about you, even those you don't notice, and then comment on them with what may be a compliment or an insult- it truly captivated Shuichi. Made him listen and hang onto the boy's every word.

The emotions Kokichi put him through sent him places. Shuichi didn't care if he traveled the world in days, or to the moon in seconds. He loves that boy.