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   ‘ —I’ve heard today’s event means a lot to you. 
 solemn umber hues softened upon meeting rich 
velvet pair of pools, lips curling into an apologetic
smile. Despite their on-going hot and cold
daily interactions, the pureblood wasn’t one to
blindingly ignore an important occasion, not 
especially if that person had somewhat became
( one way or another ) closer to him.
Not that he would admit it out loud.

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 I’d be lying if I’m not disappointed,
only to hear such news from Takuma-kun. 
But —- anyway… casually averting his 
gaze, Kaname hands out a small present 
in her direction. Happy Birthday.

moonlit-theft: Reaching up, she cups his face with her hands, furrowing her brow slightly. "Ne, Kuran... Are... you okay?" Because for some reason she has a feeling that he's not, but she's not sure if it's her imagination, or a crack in that usually perfect mask of his.
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        faint discomfort suppressed at the
mention of his well-being. indifferent visage
came into view as he, ever so lightly, swatted
the hands away from his face. he didn’t 
deserve such gentle gestures. 
He’d rather give than take.
He was born a leader. 
And expectations should be met.
One crack && all would fail.
To feel his demons awakening, of
all times —– this hunger, this thirst…
He shouldn’t let his weakness take control
over him, he inwardly groaned.
   ‘  I —- yes, I’m fine. You…. need
not be worried. Right, you came to get
the papers, yes? As told by the chairman, 
if I remember correctly. Here it is. 
Just like that, he avoided eye contact &&
grabbed all necessary files from his desk.

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   appalled, his brow quirked a tad.
disbelief though brief flashed through 
a pair of bright hazel hues.
    aware he was of his mother’s antics,
neither his pride nor his stubborn nature
greatly desired to partake such activity
he knew could’ve shame him for life.
   yet with the vow that had left his
mouth moments passed, the young
vampire knew he has to keep his word.
a sigh was released, then came his
reluctant nod. Fingers ( though delicate 
&& slim ) did as what they’ve been told.
   sweat formed && his eyes grew weary,
voice normally intimidating turned into an
airy whisper as he drowned himself in
mimicry befitting for a child of inadequate age. 
 ‘ I —- promise that I wouldn’t… take
Yuuki out unless mother or father is notified. 
 Failing to do so would mean… I am —- I…. 
wouldn’t be able to, uh, grow anymore?

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     ‘ I… yes, understood. Do as you see fit, mother. ’ monotone
voice escapes lips, features reverting back into its impassive state.
Wines hues turned dull && a smile forced its way onto folds
of flesh, briefly taking regard of his mother’s reassurance. 
       head lowered, he spoke. I am to amend. I vow not to
get swayed again – I’ll give it my all next time, mother. ’ 

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Nee, okaa-san —- ’ disappointment hinted as he spoke,  head 
lowered && half lidded chestnut hues locked onto the ground. replaced
by agitation the usual calm exterior, kaname grabbed hold of his knuckles
&& did his best not to appear inadequate. I have failed both you and  
father, I tried to resist little Yuuki and yet… He explained with child-like
regret, lips turning into a pout. I am to accept suitable punishment for 
disobeying. Although I knew, I still offered her freedom to wander outside. 

      his admiration for his cute little sibling surely knows no bound.