Oh Uh You again

"Ok do it then" Moto put him on the spot

"Uuuuuh" He replies as he kind of just awkwardly  puts his hand on Moto's dick.

Moto bursts out laughing and says "You're terrible at this"

"....Can I get like...a tutorial?"

"Follow my lead" the big guy sighed and pushed him down

(Skip!)

 "I uh...I may have said a few things , in the heat of the moment...that I may not have meant " Take stutters out.

"Yeah you are clearly a strange guy" Moto replied sitting up

"Have you no honor" moto joked as he got dresses

Take shakes his head slowly as he climbs out of the pool "I'm glad they have drains for these things" He mutters as he gets dressed as well "Gonna go attack something now to like....reaffirm my  masculinity and all, that was fun though"

"Hmm" Moto grunted and went back to his post

Take snorts "A grunt? That's all you've got for me?" He questions , eyebrow raised as he stuff some pipeweed into his antique pipe. He can understand the hesitancy to say anything more though , it's embarrassing , and they're in a public setting , and they're both samurai , samurai do not give tender goodbyes after having illicit affairs. Honestly he finds it a bit depressing , that he'll always have to lock this side of himself to covert meetings and a few steamy moments in a bath , that he can never practically pursue it any further.

Miyamoto gives him a second grunt, that is double the grunts

"Thank you , have some common courtesy" He replies with a grin "....Next time let's actually fight though" He quips .

"Sure next time" He says with a nod, most fighters here were not worth a match against and rin was just scarry so he was glad to have a new partner

And then Take goes off to continue his sacred tradition of getting incredibly drunk and falling asleep in a tavern.

Good for him

(Ok let's take a little break here to plan this shit out , private message?)

k

Take grumbles a bit as he wakes up , in bed in the room he's renting at the inn...the hell did he get here? Must have walked and forgotten right? Slowly his red , strained eyes turn to look over to see something strange sitting in the corner , a suit of armor...about his size. Huh, he hasn't put on one of those in...carry the two , find the square root...five whole years , yeah..five. That's three plus six right?