[It's on a dank late November evening, just after the fall of darkness, when the bright fires in the common rooms are at their warmest and coziest, that a certain Slytherin might find himself not-quite-alone in the school hallway.
There isn't much of a warning, either -- just the fall of light footsteps behind him -- before someone's long arms enfold him from behind and someone's chin presses into his shoulder. It is a someone who smells of herbs, and whose winter robes are made from the finest wool...]
Ah, Ishida. [Cain is not generally this affectionate; indeed, a moment later he lets go and steps around to face Uryuu.] Heading to the old dungeon for the night?
b/c their daddies were probably buddies before cain's died a mysterious death
There isn't much of a warning, either -- just the fall of light footsteps behind him -- before someone's long arms enfold him from behind and someone's chin presses into his shoulder. It is a someone who smells of herbs, and whose winter robes are made from the finest wool...]
Ah, Ishida. [Cain is not generally this affectionate; indeed, a moment later he lets go and steps around to face Uryuu.] Heading to the old dungeon for the night?