i apologize in advance, i got really bored with writing this so overlook any spelling or grammar mistakes.
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Uzui was in his room, Kyojuro in his lap. "What if we get caught?" - K "Mm, we won't." - U Kyojuro softly smirked and kissed Uzui, twirling a strand of Uzui's hair around his finger. A knock on the door and Kyojuro split the kiss.
"Who is it?" - U "It's ya fucking wives you dipshit!" - ?? "Makio! That's mean!" - ?? "Shut the hell up, Suma!" - M "Makio! Suma! Quiet." - H "Sorry Hina!" - S & M Uzui softly laughed as Kyojuro got off of him. "You're fine Kyojuro, you could've stayed." - U "It's oka-" - K "Can we come in?" - H "Oh, sure!" - U
The three walk in, Makio yelling at Suma as usual, and Hinatsuru staying off to the side. First Hinatsuru notices Kyojuro, then Makio, and finally Suma. "I'm sorry, did we interrupt?" - S "No. Suma, sweetie. You didn't." - U "We did." - M "Duh," - H
Kyojuro just stared at the wall. "Anyways, we wanted to know if you have a favorite wife." - M "I don't," - U Kyojuro rested his head on Uzui's shoulder. "Scratch that, Kyojuro is my favorite wife." - U Kyojuro's face went red.
"He's not even a girl." - M "And, darling. You two aren't married." - H "Shut up. I know that." - U The three quietly giggle. "Well, we will leave." - H Uzui nods and the three left. Kyojuro looked at Uzui. "They know?" - K Uzui looks at Kyojuro.
