Takuma cupped his chin in his hands, raising his eyebrows. “I’m just being honest,” he replied simply, his lips pursing into a thin line and the corners tugging into a smile.
“And I would expect nothing less from you, Ichijou.” Kaname crossed his arms, placing them over his midsection as he looked to the other vampire. “Now, was that your fantasy, or simply one in general?”
“Uuuuummmm….” his voice trailed off as his eyes traced an arch across the ceiling. “Pretty sure that one was mine,” he frowned, “but it’s pretty generic in terms of who it’s about. Why?”
“Simple curiosity. I was wondering if you did truly think those kinds of things. And even about me.” A small smile appeared, almost as if to tease Takuma.
A nervous laugh escaped Takuma’s throat, “Ah, well…” He covered the lower half of his face with one hand, feeling himself blush. It was true, he did have a few fleeting fantasies long ago about his dear friend, ones that he could count on his hand (unlike the countless fantasies about that certain hot-model cousin of his, but Takuma wouldn’t dare admit that out loud). “It happens…I guess.”