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          Lips would twitch upwards in the smallest of the smiles, not bothering to hide the bubbly happiness he’d feel whenever the other made his presence felt.

          “Kasuka.” He’d only word out the other’s name, before sheepishly scratching at the back of his head. “Haven’t seen you in so long… How are you?”

    A nod would be the returned greeting, and if Kasuka were to smile around anyone if he ever did, it would be around Shizuo. The happiness was returned tenfold, and the talent never doubted that time with his brother could cheer him up.

     “Sorry,” he said, though didn’t quite sound so - it was genuine. The problem was that he couldn’t. “I’m well. Tired, but that’s no surprise,” It came with the job, and he didn’t mind it. “And yourself?”