he likes it that way, being so close it’s hard to tell the difference between the two of them. “tsunade-sama does it on purpose.” he thinks he might be because she lost a bet on them at one point (because apparently all of konoha had bets on when the two would become ‘official’.) “…you think i’d fit?” glances up at his partner, a lazy smile on his face.
“she does.” it’s grumbled, but izumo smiles against kotetsu’s skin at the question. he contemplates with a hum, before his hand slides down, lazy, coming to pat kotetsu’s waist. “maybe if you laid off the taffy.”
