[if higekiri was even a slightly better person, he probably wouldn't be so delighted over hearing his brother whimper. but he is not, and that's why his eyes end up lighting up in amusement and a smile curls comfortably on his lips. barely placating at all, he presses another kiss to the corner of hizamaru's mouth]

Mm - not quite. The curse of the demons, of being plagued with seeing your own death, or feeling compelled to do the fucking coitus with another in order to prevent your own demise...

[he runs his fingers through hizamaru's hair, only giving the lightest teasing tug when his fingers reach the end of his locks]

I haven't heard of any afflictions this week... have you?