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Steven lives in Helian's Glade and can usually be found somewhere in the gardens. Letters can be left on his bed, which is made of moss and several supernaturally large blooms, or the drawer filled stump where he keeps his belongings. He is responsive to network communications but prefers not to speak one on one over them.

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[He's not going to start talking about Gurges quite yet.]
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[He can't even with you right now, my goodness.]
You need pants and boots something to cover your shoulders.
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Yuya pulls his arms back from around Steven... and instead tries to push them up under his sweater so he can warm his hands against Steven's chest. His cold, cold hands.] It's going to be a pain finding anything, and what if it's ugly?
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I-It's... it's going to be a pain living beneath a blanket all season, is what it's going to be.
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Yuya huffs indignantly. He knows he's just whining.] Okay, but right now it's only been like... ten minutes to an hour. Don't I need this more than those stupid plants?
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[That part he can't argue with. He was thinking the same himself.]
I just mean for later. It's not like you can use these in your bed without... hiding them, somehow.
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[The only comforting place is between two magic electric blankets and Steven.]
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[Steven sounds slightly exasperated now, but he's playing along. He's just going to keep throwing out solutions until something sticks, and you can't stop him.]
With my sweater, it's not so bad.
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Not really. [He laughs softly.] I think... I've already done my part for today.
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Well... now that your hands have warmed up, it's not so bad.
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He then closes the distance to... bump their noses together.]
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Is this the right moment? How often should they do this? Is there an amount that's too much? What if all the stressful things ruin it? Is it appropriate to do this when there's so many more pressing things happening? Is it dishonest to pretend he's happy like this when there's so much dragging him down?
Finally, he surrenders and kisses Yuya on the mouth. It's pretty clumsy.]
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And then he laughs, leaning forward to press a gentle, closed lip kiss to the front of Steven's mouth. He lingers for a moment, while his eyes half-open to look at Steven through it.]
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[Steven sounds breathless, and also confused.]
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[The not-kissing.]
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[He pauses to consider. It had been hard to pin down why that happened in the first place.]
You think it was because...
[He blinks slowly.]
I mean, I don't really feel anything right now.
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[He smiles a little, leaning forward to tentatively brush his lips against Yuya's.]
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Yuya slowly leans into the kiss, taking his sweet time with molding their lips together. They've done this a few times now, but it's still so new and novel.
So this time, he indulges his curiosity a little more, if Steven doesn't fight him trying to marinate on every feeling.]
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All the same, Yuya may feel a buzz of healing energy as Steven's kiss takes effect. It may not have much to heal, but minor discomforts may find themselves mending regardless.]
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