[ for once the one oblivious to the other's thoughts instead of the other way around,

Yasuragi lets go of Phoenix to sit himself up with his elbows, exhaling heavily to compose himself. he reaches up to pull the kanzashi out of his hair since he mussed it up, dragging his fingers through it to undo the braids and loops a bit at a time. his pupils are still shot, and his eyes are a little too dark for other reasons, too, some gray showing through the whites. ]

This was a bad idea.