Ryoki looked at Hiya with a puzzled look as he waited for Hiya's explanation. His eyes went wide when Hiya finally spoke. His features turning beet red. "Oh." He stammered shyly. Looking away as he had never thought of doing things like that before. His kitty ears twitching before he looked back at Hiya. So he and his brother had been intimate? His brother hadn't lost his ears until a year before he kept going away. His eyes lost a bit of light as he remembered his brother was never coming back. "Okay." He said softly. He wasn't fully paying attention as he said something about engaging in said action. He watched him petting the dragon. The next words made his features go pale. Hisoku's scissors...he would never give them up. Never. They were all he had left of Hisoku. He shook a bit. His sanity was within the various cutting tools he possessed. "Some...no." He said. Shaking a bit. "I need them." He said. Backing up from Hiya. Backing away quickly. Close to running. He barely heard what else he said. "Go to get stuff...kay." He said uncertainly. Backing away from Hiya. He needed his tools. They helped him make sense of pain. They helped him remember he was alive. They---they were his sanity. He bit his lip. His features paler than a ghost. "I need them... I need them to live..." He said in a shakey voice. Backing up more in slow motion.