A small grunt. There's a lot of emotions at once, and this is part of why Nobunaga wasn't sure he could handle more than Klaus. Klaus alone had a tendency to overwhelm him, but Nobunaga started this, and he was going to finish it. He crooks a finger towards Valdis to invite her to join him in lavishing Klaus with attention.
He didn't want to point out that half of the reason he'd argued with Valdis was that he was still uptight about his struggle to always make sure Klaus was zen, not a weapon, even though everything in his life was weapons. Everything he loved. Even konpeito. Even music. Everything used to further his ambitions. It was a contrast. Something Valdis understood, but didn't understand about Nobunaga's lines within himself. Not that Klaus always did easily either, to be fair. Hence him trying to order Klaus to go on a date with Bash.
"Klaus isn't a weapon," he purrs into Klaus' ear, but loud enough for Valdis. "Klaus is zen." So many kisses!
And instantly roaming hands over Valdis' body, surprisingly tenderly -- but the kind of gentle touch he reserves for his weapons, ironically. The way he oh so lovingly cherishes and buffs his swords, or cleans his guns. When he gets drunk, he has a tendency to sing about them on the fly. As you do. Or at least, as Nobunaga does, the weirdo.
The emotions about Siffleur, about guns and swords, is so fucking complicated. He has to detach the part of himself has any feelings about it, in order to keep Klaus untouched by it, so Klaus doesn't have to be a weapon. A careful note since Nobunaga knows Klaus isn't too thrilled about Siffleur fights in general. "How'd he taste?" Nobunaga keeps his eyes steady on Valdis, tone composed, but there's a dangerous glint under it all. It explained her sudden feisty bloodlust, turned sideways towards sexual, riding a high of emotions.
A small nip again to Klaus' earlobe and a rumbling kind of purr as he trailed kisses down Klaus' neck and even the back of Klaus' neck and to shoulder. "I have my doubts cougars are as good as my Klaus." Both hands go to caressing Klaus' sides, and back, almost massaging, deep touches. "But I have promised to eat Siffleur too in the event of a fall." Assessing. Both Klaus and Valdis at the same time.
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Date: 2022-12-12 04:05 am (UTC)He didn't want to point out that half of the reason he'd argued with Valdis was that he was still uptight about his struggle to always make sure Klaus was zen, not a weapon, even though everything in his life was weapons. Everything he loved. Even konpeito. Even music. Everything used to further his ambitions. It was a contrast. Something Valdis understood, but didn't understand about Nobunaga's lines within himself. Not that Klaus always did easily either, to be fair. Hence him trying to order Klaus to go on a date with Bash.
"Klaus isn't a weapon," he purrs into Klaus' ear, but loud enough for Valdis. "Klaus is zen." So many kisses!
And instantly roaming hands over Valdis' body, surprisingly tenderly -- but the kind of gentle touch he reserves for his weapons, ironically. The way he oh so lovingly cherishes and buffs his swords, or cleans his guns. When he gets drunk, he has a tendency to sing about them on the fly. As you do. Or at least, as Nobunaga does, the weirdo.
The emotions about Siffleur, about guns and swords, is so fucking complicated. He has to detach the part of himself has any feelings about it, in order to keep Klaus untouched by it, so Klaus doesn't have to be a weapon. A careful note since Nobunaga knows Klaus isn't too thrilled about Siffleur fights in general. "How'd he taste?" Nobunaga keeps his eyes steady on Valdis, tone composed, but there's a dangerous glint under it all. It explained her sudden feisty bloodlust, turned sideways towards sexual, riding a high of emotions.
A small nip again to Klaus' earlobe and a rumbling kind of purr as he trailed kisses down Klaus' neck and even the back of Klaus' neck and to shoulder. "I have my doubts cougars are as good as my Klaus." Both hands go to caressing Klaus' sides, and back, almost massaging, deep touches. "But I have promised to eat Siffleur too in the event of a fall." Assessing. Both Klaus and Valdis at the same time.
"Non-sexually," a nose boop to Klaus.