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[Hitori knows it the minute his morning alarm goes off and he opens his eyes: he's sick.
Funny how this sort of thing just happens overnight. Hitori's throat has felt a little scratchy the past couple days but now it has evolved into something miserable. It's a scratchy throat combined with a thick swelling feeling behind his nose and radiates to behind his eyes. His head hurts. He can't breathe right. He doesn't want to get up.
But he needs to get up. Nageki needs breakfast. Staying in bed without nourishment isn't going to help anything either. Nageki will worry, too, and Hitori simply can't have that.
He just needs... five more minutes... Five more minutes to curl up tighter in his sheets. That's all.]
Funny how this sort of thing just happens overnight. Hitori's throat has felt a little scratchy the past couple days but now it has evolved into something miserable. It's a scratchy throat combined with a thick swelling feeling behind his nose and radiates to behind his eyes. His head hurts. He can't breathe right. He doesn't want to get up.
But he needs to get up. Nageki needs breakfast. Staying in bed without nourishment isn't going to help anything either. Nageki will worry, too, and Hitori simply can't have that.
He just needs... five more minutes... Five more minutes to curl up tighter in his sheets. That's all.]
[ The past few days Nageki's kept a closer eye on Hitori than usual. It started when he caught him touching his throat. The touches were subtle, and the concerned expressions he'd make gone in a blink of an eye, but nevertheless Nageki noticed. And from there, more signs began to arise - an unexplained roughness in his voice that no amount of water could soothe, the quick coughs to clear his throat of something... Nageki had a feeling something was wrong with Hitori but he still had a hard time believing he would be sick. Could he even get sick? He's taken care of him, with his weak immune system, for so long that surely he should've caught something from him by now... but he can't remember anything in particular.
But the alarm goes off, rousing Nageki from his slumber, and five minutes pass. Ten minutes. Fifteen, and though he knows his perception of time is never quite spot-on, especially when he's only half-awake, the fact that Hitori's still in bed with him feels wrong. There's no way that something isn't wrong right now when Hitori, bless his heart, would normally be up and about at this time, already beginning to fuss and fret over him.
Nageki turns to face him, resting his (perpetually cold) hand on his cheek. ] ... Hitori?
But the alarm goes off, rousing Nageki from his slumber, and five minutes pass. Ten minutes. Fifteen, and though he knows his perception of time is never quite spot-on, especially when he's only half-awake, the fact that Hitori's still in bed with him feels wrong. There's no way that something isn't wrong right now when Hitori, bless his heart, would normally be up and about at this time, already beginning to fuss and fret over him.
Nageki turns to face him, resting his (perpetually cold) hand on his cheek. ] ... Hitori?
[Hitori startles back awake and the sudden jolt to consciousness only makes his head pound harder. His head pulses like his brain too big for his skull. But - what happened? How long did he fall back asleep for?
Gods, Nageki's hand is colder than usual. It feels kind of nice... -
Snap out of it, Hitori.]
I'm awake. [A rasp of an answer.] I'm getting up. [So he says, but once Hitori rises onto his forearms, he has to stop again. The pulsing intensifies with each movement he makes. He really is sick. Ugh - come on, be better than this! Nageki is depending on you!]
Give me a minute.
Gods, Nageki's hand is colder than usual. It feels kind of nice... -
Snap out of it, Hitori.]
I'm awake. [A rasp of an answer.] I'm getting up. [So he says, but once Hitori rises onto his forearms, he has to stop again. The pulsing intensifies with each movement he makes. He really is sick. Ugh - come on, be better than this! Nageki is depending on you!]
Give me a minute.
[ Normally, Nageki might let something like this slide. He knows Hitori better than the back of his own hand, after all - one of the reasons he's never a burden in Hitori's eyes is because, above all else, he feels he needs to be relied on. So he'll grumble to himself quietly and call it ridiculous, but he'll let himself be bundled in layers until Hitori's nerves settle, because it helps him feel a sense of self-worth.
It's because he knows this about him, though, that Nageki sits up in bed to confront him. ] No. [ Because he'll only push himself too hard, and make himself feel worse.
His hand moves to his shoulder as he (gently, but with purpose behind it) tries to coax Hitori into laying down again. ] Go back to sleep.
It's because he knows this about him, though, that Nageki sits up in bed to confront him. ] No. [ Because he'll only push himself too hard, and make himself feel worse.
His hand moves to his shoulder as he (gently, but with purpose behind it) tries to coax Hitori into laying down again. ] Go back to sleep.
[There could be all the purpose in the world behind that hand and Hitori would still try to move past it if it meant taking care of Nageki. Because, yes, he truly loves Nageki more than he will ever possibly love himself. That's just how it is.
So despite Nageki's efforts, Hitori still pushes himself off his forearms until he's sitting up.] I'm fine, Nageki. Really. [He still takes that minute he previously asked for so his vision can stop swimming.
He forces a smile.] All I need is some food. I'll make us both breakfast.
So despite Nageki's efforts, Hitori still pushes himself off his forearms until he's sitting up.] I'm fine, Nageki. Really. [He still takes that minute he previously asked for so his vision can stop swimming.
He forces a smile.] All I need is some food. I'll make us both breakfast.
[ Sometimes, when he's at his lowest, Nageki wonders how many of Hitori's smiles are actually natural.
He can tell instantly that this isn't one of them. ] Hitori... [ It's equally obvious to him that Hitori will continue to be stubborn about this, so he throws off the covers and gets out of bed. Why waste his breath over this, and make him talk more than he needs to? ] I'll make breakfast today. [ And he starts heading out the room and toward the kitchen.
(If he can't say "I'm fine", then neither can he.) ]
He can tell instantly that this isn't one of them. ] Hitori... [ It's equally obvious to him that Hitori will continue to be stubborn about this, so he throws off the covers and gets out of bed. Why waste his breath over this, and make him talk more than he needs to? ] I'll make breakfast today. [ And he starts heading out the room and toward the kitchen.
(If he can't say "I'm fine", then neither can he.) ]
H-Hey, Nageki, wait! [Hitori scrambles out from under the covers to follow Nageki into the kitchen.
He knows he doesn't have to be the ideal young birdie when it's just him and Nageki. He knows very well that Nageki can, for the most part, take care of himself and do simple tasks like make breakfast. But there's still a part of Hitori that feels he'll have failed Nageki if he can't provide for him in every way. Having even the smallest upset in their usual routine is - he can't. He can't.
He may have to, though. Because the minute Hitori steps into the kitchen, the adrenaline fueled energy is sucked out of him almost as quickly as it came. The pulsing is suddenly back but now it's hammering and his whole body sways with heat. Hitori reaches out to grab something - anything - to keep himself steady.] Nageki - !
He knows he doesn't have to be the ideal young birdie when it's just him and Nageki. He knows very well that Nageki can, for the most part, take care of himself and do simple tasks like make breakfast. But there's still a part of Hitori that feels he'll have failed Nageki if he can't provide for him in every way. Having even the smallest upset in their usual routine is - he can't. He can't.
He may have to, though. Because the minute Hitori steps into the kitchen, the adrenaline fueled energy is sucked out of him almost as quickly as it came. The pulsing is suddenly back but now it's hammering and his whole body sways with heat. Hitori reaches out to grab something - anything - to keep himself steady.] Nageki - !
[ Nageki isn't surprised to hear Hitori following him - stubborn, stubborn, stubborn - but the sudden stumbling footsteps behind him as he sways startles him. ] Hitori...! [ He's quick to reach out and grab his hand, stepping forward to be that support he so clearly needs.
With his hand in his and the other around his waist, he can feel the warmth and clamminess of his skin much more clearly than before. His eyebrows furrow in frustration (at Hitori, but also at himself for not being more dependable) as he drapes Hitori's arm over his shoulder. ] Please, go back to bed... I don't want to see you like this. [ Not now. Not ever. ]
With his hand in his and the other around his waist, he can feel the warmth and clamminess of his skin much more clearly than before. His eyebrows furrow in frustration (at Hitori, but also at himself for not being more dependable) as he drapes Hitori's arm over his shoulder. ] Please, go back to bed... I don't want to see you like this. [ Not now. Not ever. ]
[Yuri has never been able to sit still for long. He's actually one of the few at his office who stands at his desk and actually makes use of his two mandated fifteen minute breaks to walk around outside the building. He gets jittery, antsy, if he's stagnant and not being mentally stimulated somehow.
And the same goes for when he wakes up, despite how nice it should be to lay in bed with his lover on a lazy Saturday morning.
He wakes up before Raven, as always, tucked against the other man's chest despite him being the taller. He does take a moment to enjoy it: he nuzzles into the crook of Raven's neck and relishes in the warmth of the man. Raven usually runs cold but sometimes, in the morning after they've slept together, he's just the right amount of toasty. But it doesn't last for long.
Yuri kisses Raven's chin (his whiskers have grown the tiniest bit overnight. bless) before wiggling out of his hold so he can sit up on his side of the bed. Oof, his body does still feel tired though. It's clear in how he aches when he bends over to grab the first item of clothing he can reach (Raven's shirt. oops) and slips it on.]
And the same goes for when he wakes up, despite how nice it should be to lay in bed with his lover on a lazy Saturday morning.
He wakes up before Raven, as always, tucked against the other man's chest despite him being the taller. He does take a moment to enjoy it: he nuzzles into the crook of Raven's neck and relishes in the warmth of the man. Raven usually runs cold but sometimes, in the morning after they've slept together, he's just the right amount of toasty. But it doesn't last for long.
Yuri kisses Raven's chin (his whiskers have grown the tiniest bit overnight. bless) before wiggling out of his hold so he can sit up on his side of the bed. Oof, his body does still feel tired though. It's clear in how he aches when he bends over to grab the first item of clothing he can reach (Raven's shirt. oops) and slips it on.]
[ Raven is by no means a morning person. He's the type to sleep in until the last minute, then grumble as he snoozes his alarm that he'll get up soon, he's gotta rest his eyes for a bit longer, just five more minutes he swears, until his partner (sometimes quite literally) kicks his butt out of bed. So being able to stay in the warm embrace of the blankets on a quiet Saturday morning is heavenly.
Even if Yuri moving next to him rouses him from his slumber, as a sudden chill fills the space he once occupied. Eyes still shut, Raven lets out a long, heavy exhale and reaches blindly into the space next to him, until his fingers catch fabric. ] You gettin' up already...? [ His voice is thick with sleep, and his hold on Yuri's (his) shirt has no real strength behind it. ]
Even if Yuri moving next to him rouses him from his slumber, as a sudden chill fills the space he once occupied. Eyes still shut, Raven lets out a long, heavy exhale and reaches blindly into the space next to him, until his fingers catch fabric. ] You gettin' up already...? [ His voice is thick with sleep, and his hold on Yuri's (his) shirt has no real strength behind it. ]
[Damn, the old man is actually cute sometimes.]
Yeah, it's about time to. I'm going to make breakfast.
[But he may be easily swayed otherwise.]
Yeah, it's about time to. I'm going to make breakfast.
[But he may be easily swayed otherwise.]
[There have been times, when Nageki was at his worst, that Hitori has felt truly useless. Helpless and unable to do anything for his most important person. That doesn't hold a candle to how useless and awful he feels now.
Hitori's not stupid. He knows just how much Nageki only let's him dote. The younger's exasperation is never lost on him. And overall he can tell what Nageki is feeling pretty well. Now, though, he can't read Nageki; can't place his tone of voice. The only thing Hitori can confidently assess is that he's not happy. Of course that much is clear. As clear as the fact that it's Hitori's fault.
He has to give in now. His body and heart clearly wont let him do anything else.]
....'m sorry. [He holds tight onto Nageki's arms.] I'm sorry. Help me back?
Hitori's not stupid. He knows just how much Nageki only let's him dote. The younger's exasperation is never lost on him. And overall he can tell what Nageki is feeling pretty well. Now, though, he can't read Nageki; can't place his tone of voice. The only thing Hitori can confidently assess is that he's not happy. Of course that much is clear. As clear as the fact that it's Hitori's fault.
He has to give in now. His body and heart clearly wont let him do anything else.]
....'m sorry. [He holds tight onto Nageki's arms.] I'm sorry. Help me back?
Mmmhn... [ At his words, his hand tightens just slightly on his shirt, and he shifts to press his face against his side. ] You don't- [ yawn ] don't gotta yet, do ya?
[ Of course he knows how restless Yuri gets. But it's the weekend, for goodness sake - he'll be damned if he doesn't get at least a little extra time with him today. ] Would ya stay a lil longer?
[ Of course he knows how restless Yuri gets. But it's the weekend, for goodness sake - he'll be damned if he doesn't get at least a little extra time with him today. ] Would ya stay a lil longer?
[And so, Yuri is easily swayed.
He runs his finger's through Raven's thick hair and gives it a little ruffle.] I guess I can for a lil longer. Since you asked so nicely.
[Raven just has to let him back into bed.]
He runs his finger's through Raven's thick hair and gives it a little ruffle.] I guess I can for a lil longer. Since you asked so nicely.
[Raven just has to let him back into bed.]
[ What's that? Let him back into bed? As soon as Yuri starts to pet his hair and relents, Raven moves his head to his thigh. While partially on his lap, he nuzzles his leg a little to get comfortable with his new soft and warm pillow.
He sighs, sleepy. ] Thanks, kid.
He sighs, sleepy. ] Thanks, kid.
[ Even as a kid, Raven didn't see the appeal of snow days. He's sure that has to do with his upbringing, though - his parents, stuffy as they were, didn't give him a break from his studies even when it was a winter wonderland right outside their window. Had to be a proper rich kid and live up to the family legacy and all that.
Now that he's older (and a total disgrace to the Atomais-Oltorain name), he still doesn't see it. The snow's cold and wet, soaking through his clothes in no time at all, and makes the roads damn near impossible to drive on. Not to mention his joints ache near constantly from the end of autumn to the beginning of spring, and he's guaranteed to catch at least four colds in three months.
But he's realized there's a lot in the world that his adopted son, Karol, sees that he doesn't. He feels that way with Yuri too. So he supposes he's found something good about the snow, even if it doesn't pertain directly to him: the sheer, youthful excitement they both get after a storm.
Bundled up in several sweaters underneath a robe, he shuffles through his little apartment to where his son and lover are getting ready to venture out into the cold, untouched snow. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he squats down to Karol's level with an "oof". ] It's freezing out there - you two sure you're wearin' enough? [ He pulls Karol's hat down firmly over his ears before looking up at Yuri. ]
Now that he's older (and a total disgrace to the Atomais-Oltorain name), he still doesn't see it. The snow's cold and wet, soaking through his clothes in no time at all, and makes the roads damn near impossible to drive on. Not to mention his joints ache near constantly from the end of autumn to the beginning of spring, and he's guaranteed to catch at least four colds in three months.
But he's realized there's a lot in the world that his adopted son, Karol, sees that he doesn't. He feels that way with Yuri too. So he supposes he's found something good about the snow, even if it doesn't pertain directly to him: the sheer, youthful excitement they both get after a storm.
Bundled up in several sweaters underneath a robe, he shuffles through his little apartment to where his son and lover are getting ready to venture out into the cold, untouched snow. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he squats down to Karol's level with an "oof". ] It's freezing out there - you two sure you're wearin' enough? [ He pulls Karol's hat down firmly over his ears before looking up at Yuri. ]
Of course... [ Nageki might be on the smaller side, but he still manages to get Hitori tucked into bed without incident. Once Hitori's comfortable under the covers, he dampens a towel for his forehead and fills a tall glass of water to leave on the nightstand beside him. He may not have a lot of experience as a doter but he's watched Hitori enough times to know what to do.
That confidence doesn't help him hide his worry, though, as he cups his cheek once more, brushing his thumb over the flushed skin.
He doesn't want to leave Hitori's side - but if he doesn't, Hitori might mentally unravel. He'd start worrying over him needlessly, blaming himself for getting sick and being unable to take care of him even when he's sick. So Nageki presses a light kiss to his forehead to stop those thoughts in their tracks. ] ... I'll be back soon.
[ He'll be gone only for the amount of time it takes to make some porridge, prepare some tea for himself, and pick up a book to read. Twenty minutes tops... but still a full twenty minutes Hitori's left to his thoughts. ]
That confidence doesn't help him hide his worry, though, as he cups his cheek once more, brushing his thumb over the flushed skin.
He doesn't want to leave Hitori's side - but if he doesn't, Hitori might mentally unravel. He'd start worrying over him needlessly, blaming himself for getting sick and being unable to take care of him even when he's sick. So Nageki presses a light kiss to his forehead to stop those thoughts in their tracks. ] ... I'll be back soon.
[ He'll be gone only for the amount of time it takes to make some porridge, prepare some tea for himself, and pick up a book to read. Twenty minutes tops... but still a full twenty minutes Hitori's left to his thoughts. ]
[Yuri snort laughs.
He gets both hands in Raven's hair now and ruffles more aggressively.] You want me to stay but wont let me back in?
[No cuddles, only nuzzles???]
He gets both hands in Raven's hair now and ruffles more aggressively.] You want me to stay but wont let me back in?
[No cuddles, only nuzzles???]
[ Raven nuzzles a little more aggressively as well, letting out a small whine. ] Hey...
[ He'll let Yuri move, though, finally opening his eyes just a peek as his head falls back on his pillow. Oh sweet milky thigh, he'll miss you so... ] Didn't know ya wanted back in. [ But he's absolutely ready to cuddle pounce the second he's back under the covers. ]
[ He'll let Yuri move, though, finally opening his eyes just a peek as his head falls back on his pillow. Oh sweet milky thigh, he'll miss you so... ] Didn't know ya wanted back in. [ But he's absolutely ready to cuddle pounce the second he's back under the covers. ]
[Raven... cute...]
Well, yeah. [Yuri starts as he first slides back in under the covers. The warmth his body seems to have forgotten in just the past couple minutes, is welcoming.] I want to hold you.
Well, yeah. [Yuri starts as he first slides back in under the covers. The warmth his body seems to have forgotten in just the past couple minutes, is welcoming.] I want to hold you.
[ YURI!!!! CUTE!!!!!!! ]
Well I can't say no to that... [ As soon as Yuri gets settled, Raven tucks himself against him and breathes in deeply. Like this, ear against his chest, he can hear the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat... it's nice. Really nice. He could fall back asleep so easily like this.
Softly, but not lacking in emotion, he murmurs. ] I love ya.
Well I can't say no to that... [ As soon as Yuri gets settled, Raven tucks himself against him and breathes in deeply. Like this, ear against his chest, he can hear the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat... it's nice. Really nice. He could fall back asleep so easily like this.
Softly, but not lacking in emotion, he murmurs. ] I love ya.
[ Falling in love with Vero is easy. In no time at all, Chance feels as though he's known him his entire life - like he's found his soulmate, that they're just meant to be together, and dozens upon dozens of other sickeningly romantic things. He isn't his first crush by any means, nor would he be his first boyfriend if they got together, but he's certain he's never been so head over heels infatuated before.
It's because of this that he's hesitant to say anything. Though the words dance on the tip of his tongue - I love you, I love you, I love you - he swallows them down every time the urge to utter them arises. Because falling in love with Vero was almost too easy, and deep down he's afraid. Not of Vero hurting him - he can't even imagine the possibility - but of losing him if the flame ever burnt out. Of being the one to hurt Vero the same way he hurt Priam in the past. He didn't want to do that - not again. Never again.
But those thoughts are far from his mind as he waits for Vero to finish getting ready for their outing outside his apartment. Spending time with him, making him smile, talking with him until sunrise... despite all his inner conflict, being friends with Vero is still easy.
(if only they could just stay like this.) ]
It's because of this that he's hesitant to say anything. Though the words dance on the tip of his tongue - I love you, I love you, I love you - he swallows them down every time the urge to utter them arises. Because falling in love with Vero was almost too easy, and deep down he's afraid. Not of Vero hurting him - he can't even imagine the possibility - but of losing him if the flame ever burnt out. Of being the one to hurt Vero the same way he hurt Priam in the past. He didn't want to do that - not again. Never again.
But those thoughts are far from his mind as he waits for Vero to finish getting ready for their outing outside his apartment. Spending time with him, making him smile, talking with him until sunrise... despite all his inner conflict, being friends with Vero is still easy.
(if only they could just stay like this.) ]
[Vero had had a plan for today. The plan is still in motion technically, but he had managed to fail step one: tell Chance upfront that this date was meant to be a date date. A romantic one. With feelings. But Vero had gotten nervous and hadn't told him.
Normally, Vero isn't the type to get nervous. Anxious, yes, but nervous? He's pretty confident in himself unless it's in regard to something really important or unpredictable. But anything involving Chance has been a special circumstance from the start (emphasis on special) (and, he supposes, a bit unpredictable)
Chance is the closest Vero has ever come to "love at first sight." Chance has waltzed in with his gentle words and soft touch, and had swept Vero right on his feet in a way he had never imagined possible. He'd thirst crushed on people at first sight but obviously that completely different from this. This was a "I want to be with him" sort of feeling. His sweet nothings had left Vero wanting to know more about him. And that -- that didn't happen in the first meeting usually! Especially if it was just a hookup!! Hell, he hadn't even felt so positively about Lyric upon first meeting her and now he loved her more than he loved himself!
He loves being with Chance but acknowledging the feelings is weird and scary and nerve wracking. Deciding to finally do something about these feelings was terrifying. No amount of pumping himself up or reassuring words from Lyric could totally quell his nerves. So Vero had gotten nervous.
There's an awful thought in his mind that he doesn't want to screw this up. He doesn't want to lose Chance. Chance is kind-hearted, to a fault sometimes, but Vero doesn't want to push his luck. Chance is nice to everyone; he's not special. He's just his close friend with benefits.
An even more awful thought reasons, too, that Chance is fairly honest. If he feels the same way, then wouldn't he have said something by now?
Unfortunately, there's no time left to spend overthinking this. Chance is waiting outside and Vero has a really wonderful (not) date planned for them. Vero grabs his cooler stuffed with picnic foods (thanks Al) and makes his way out.
He swallows his fear the minute he sees Chance and, because his love is uncontrollable and Chance wont think twice about it probably, greets him with a kiss. Short and Sweet. Vero pulls back with a smile.] Hey, handsome. Right on time.
Normally, Vero isn't the type to get nervous. Anxious, yes, but nervous? He's pretty confident in himself unless it's in regard to something really important or unpredictable. But anything involving Chance has been a special circumstance from the start (emphasis on special) (and, he supposes, a bit unpredictable)
Chance is the closest Vero has ever come to "love at first sight." Chance has waltzed in with his gentle words and soft touch, and had swept Vero right on his feet in a way he had never imagined possible. He'd thirst crushed on people at first sight but obviously that completely different from this. This was a "I want to be with him" sort of feeling. His sweet nothings had left Vero wanting to know more about him. And that -- that didn't happen in the first meeting usually! Especially if it was just a hookup!! Hell, he hadn't even felt so positively about Lyric upon first meeting her and now he loved her more than he loved himself!
He loves being with Chance but acknowledging the feelings is weird and scary and nerve wracking. Deciding to finally do something about these feelings was terrifying. No amount of pumping himself up or reassuring words from Lyric could totally quell his nerves. So Vero had gotten nervous.
There's an awful thought in his mind that he doesn't want to screw this up. He doesn't want to lose Chance. Chance is kind-hearted, to a fault sometimes, but Vero doesn't want to push his luck. Chance is nice to everyone; he's not special. He's just his close friend with benefits.
An even more awful thought reasons, too, that Chance is fairly honest. If he feels the same way, then wouldn't he have said something by now?
Unfortunately, there's no time left to spend overthinking this. Chance is waiting outside and Vero has a really wonderful (not) date planned for them. Vero grabs his cooler stuffed with picnic foods (thanks Al) and makes his way out.
He swallows his fear the minute he sees Chance and, because his love is uncontrollable and Chance wont think twice about it probably, greets him with a kiss. Short and Sweet. Vero pulls back with a smile.] Hey, handsome. Right on time.
[Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Hitori, the minute his head hits the pillow and his eyes close, he stops being able to make sense of the thoughts he's left to.
Shadows and kings dance behind his eyes. They make him dizzy even while he's laying still. And twenty minutes could have very well be twelve hours for Hitori. He isn't able to tell the difference.
He's not even sure how he can tell when Nageki returns to him. It's not like he can differentiate Nageki's heat from the heat already consuming him. Maybe it's his aura. Or how, when he returns, the shadows and kings back off. God, he loves Nageki. Nageki makes everything better.
Hitori's obviously a little delirious but now also feeling very fond. So even though he can't even totally open his eyes, his smile is extra dopey.] Nageki..
Shadows and kings dance behind his eyes. They make him dizzy even while he's laying still. And twenty minutes could have very well be twelve hours for Hitori. He isn't able to tell the difference.
He's not even sure how he can tell when Nageki returns to him. It's not like he can differentiate Nageki's heat from the heat already consuming him. Maybe it's his aura. Or how, when he returns, the shadows and kings back off. God, he loves Nageki. Nageki makes everything better.
Hitori's obviously a little delirious but now also feeling very fond. So even though he can't even totally open his eyes, his smile is extra dopey.] Nageki..
[ Even with all the unspoken feelings threatening to burst forth from his chest, Chance smiles and returns Vero's kiss without a second thought. Because that's just how their relationship is - comfortable, even with its... perhaps unusual amount of intimacy and affection for a pair of definitely not straight men claiming to be "just friends".
After Vero pulls back, he laces his fingers with his and kisses him (and his smile) once more, for good measure. ] I didn't want to keep you waiting... especially not tonight. [ Because Vero has a really wonderful (not) date planned for them!!!!!!
His warm smile only grows as they quietly chat and walk hand in hand to Chance's car. There's a mess of blankets and pillows spread across the back seats and floor, but he makes room for the cooler next to his own little basket with a thermos and containers filled with some extra treats.
Once inside, he immediately turns on the heater (gotta make sure Vero's warm) and starts up a playlist of music they both like. ] I've never been to this theater before - will you direct me there?
After Vero pulls back, he laces his fingers with his and kisses him (and his smile) once more, for good measure. ] I didn't want to keep you waiting... especially not tonight. [ Because Vero has a really wonderful (not) date planned for them!!!!!!
His warm smile only grows as they quietly chat and walk hand in hand to Chance's car. There's a mess of blankets and pillows spread across the back seats and floor, but he makes room for the cooler next to his own little basket with a thermos and containers filled with some extra treats.
Once inside, he immediately turns on the heater (gotta make sure Vero's warm) and starts up a playlist of music they both like. ] I've never been to this theater before - will you direct me there?
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