( he plops down gratefully, snagging his own coffee and tending to the additives. in theory, things should probably feel tense and weird around chishiya — after their drunk kissing encounter, there's a big question mark on whether or not kissing is encouraged or expected in the future. but, weirdly, since things are almost always a little tense with chishiya, the addition of kissing doesn't really effect much. if anything, arisu is even more relaxed than usual, sipping his coffee, comfortable enough in chishiya's space after pretty aggressively cuddling with him most nights. )
Thanks. ( after a second, ) What's your favorite kind of cookie?
[He adds some sugar to his coffee and then sips it before deciding to add some cream, too.
He glances at Arisu at his question. It’s the sort of thing he might normally dodge just to be annoying, but he decides today to answer without being a troll about it.]
Hmm. I like things like wheat biscuits and butter cookies. Shortbread.
[Cookies with a more subtle sweet flavor than American favorites like chocolate chip and peanut butter. Not that he has a strong objection to chocolate chip. They’re pretty good, actually.]
after a beat though, arisu grins, snagging the bag from chishiya and stealing a cookie. he just goes for whatever the one on top is — a sugar cookie. he hums happily after a bite. )
I'm not much of a sweets person, but I like chocolate ones.
It means you chose, like, the healthiest cookies. ( but arisu grins at him. ) I need to try some as an adult, I think.
( munching on the cookie, arisu gives it some thought. )
Pancakes are sort of breakfast dessert, so they're good. But if I'm going for a snack, I'll probably grab something savory. You know, ( he mimes clicking something on an invisible computer mouse. ) gamer fuel.
[His lips twitch again, curling upward at the corners. He likes that Arisu is teasing him a little. It’s fun when he’s not the only one in the conversation doing some trolling. ]
Maybe you should.
[He takes a cookie out of the bag and pops it into his mouth.]
( leaning back in his chair, arisu stretches his long legs out, tucking them somewhere under chishiya's dangling feet. )
Oh, yeah. Any day of the week. ( he looks at chishiya, head tilted, with a thoughtful expression. learning things about him is like sifting for gold. ) Are cookies your favorite?
( grinning, arisu holds his hands up, as if admitting defeat. chishiya’s point has been proven, at least where cookies are concerned. )
So.
( drinking some coffee, he sets his feet more firmly on the ground, scooting into chishiya’s legs, although he’s more careful to look at the desk itself than chishiya, who’s in a somewhat advantageous position. )
You work here. ( it’s about what he expects — not especially unique to chishiya in anyway other than its meticulousness. arisu kisses his teeth. ) No pictures of me. What a bad husband.
[He sounds vaguely awkward, because that hadn’t occurred to him. But thinking about it now, he supposes that spouses do things like that, normally. Have pictures of each other. It’s times like that this he’s reminded how cold the home he grew up in was. Sentimental family photos haven’t really been a typical part of his life.]
Do you have any of me?
[He doubts it. He hasn’t given Arisu any photos of himself, either, for the same reason he never thought to ask for any of Arisu.]
( almost like he didn't hear the question, arisu doesn't answer, instead pulling from the tote bag containing their lunches an alien version of a polaroid camera. not skipping a beat, he turns it on, aims it at chishiya sitting primly on his desk, and — click. )
Yes.
( he holds the evidence, a slowly developing photo, up between his two fingers. )
Because I'm a good husband.
( grinning while he says it, he looks inordinately pleased with himself. )
[He raises an eyebrow as Arisu turns his attention to his bag instead of answering the question. And then, when he sees the camera he blinks again, this time in surprise, as Arisu snaps the picture.]
Did you plan this?
[He eyes the slowly developing picture for a second before he puts the bag of cookies aside. He lets Arisu keep the photo, though he doubts it'll be especially flattering. He reaches for the camera. He can't help it, he’s curious.]
I got it for you, at one of the thrift shops. I thought you'd like it.
( chishiya loves these weird, vintage-y bits of tech. plus, he gave arisu the gameboy. he owed him.
he offers up the camera easily, focusing instead on the picture. contrary to chishiya's belief, he looks extremely cute in it, and very competent in his lab coat. it's a little treasure. )
[His tone actually betrays his surprise. He's gotten used to letting his guard down around Arisu and he is, honestly, too surprised to try to cover it.
There haven't been many people who have bothered to get him gifts, particularly thoughtful ones that take into account his likes or interests.
He gives the camera a cursory inspection, although he's a little distracted by the warmth blooming in his chest.]
[Why should Arisu be the only one with a candid photo?
But then he quirks an eyebrow at the invitation. It feels bold somehow, in spite of Arisu's little moment of hesitation. Chishiya, though, doesn't hesitate. He may not have spoken of his feelings since the night of the party but they're still there. It's why he never pushes Arisu away when he snuggles up to him at night.
He pushes himself off the desk and moves to settle into Arisu's lap.]
( he was under the very misguided belief that overexposure to chishiya pretty much this whole mission was building him up a resistance to shyness. turns out, there's no real immunity to the effect of chishiya being near him — arisu ducks his head and avoids making eye contact, covering up his blush by reaching for the camera instead. he has longer arms, so it makes sense for him to be the one to hold it up, aiming it back at them. )
Okay. Here we go.
( arisu doesn't smile at the camera — he smiles at chishiya, pressing his nose against chishiya's cheek, before taking the picture. )
[Chishiya's lips twitch slightly, noticing the way Arisu shyly avoids meeting his eyes. It seems like perhaps he didn't think inviting Chishiya into his lap through entirely, but he also doesn't seem to be regretting it, exactly. As for Chishiya, he's immediately more interested in Arisu gently nuzzling his cheek than he is in the camera. As Arisu snaps the picture, he's already started to turn his head, so the picture will either be Chishiya's face being a blur of motion as he turns or a candid image of them touching noses.
He smiles faintly as their noses brush together.]
Ryo-chan. [His voice is soft and amused. Playful.] You're tempting me at work. [It doesn't sound like a complaint.]
( arisu has literally never tempted anyone into anything. the idea alone is silly. if he didn't have a camera in his hand, he'd tickle chishiya's waist in reprimand.
as it is, he just stays in chishiya's personal space, oddly comfortable there. he gives chishiya a singular bounce on his knee, which makes arisu's lips curve up, putting effort forward into not laughing literally in his face. )
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Thanks. ( after a second, ) What's your favorite kind of cookie?
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He glances at Arisu at his question. It’s the sort of thing he might normally dodge just to be annoying, but he decides today to answer without being a troll about it.]
Hmm. I like things like wheat biscuits and butter cookies. Shortbread.
[Cookies with a more subtle sweet flavor than American favorites like chocolate chip and peanut butter. Not that he has a strong objection to chocolate chip. They’re pretty good, actually.]
What about you?
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You really are a doctor.
( 'wheat biscuits.' ok grandpa.
after a beat though, arisu grins, snagging the bag from chishiya and stealing a cookie. he just goes for whatever the one on top is — a sugar cookie. he hums happily after a bite. )
I'm not much of a sweets person, but I like chocolate ones.
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[He huffs, more amused than annoyed but making a show of seeming exasperated.]
No one believes me when I tell them they’re good.
[Of course he was trying to be more annoying then convincing during the Jack of Hearts game. But still.
He eyes Arisu curiously.]
Not any sweets? You seemed to like those pancakes we had at the diner.
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( munching on the cookie, arisu gives it some thought. )
Pancakes are sort of breakfast dessert, so they're good. But if I'm going for a snack, I'll probably grab something savory. You know, ( he mimes clicking something on an invisible computer mouse. ) gamer fuel.
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Maybe you should.
[He takes a cookie out of the bag and pops it into his mouth.]
So you like chips over pocky.
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Oh, yeah. Any day of the week. ( he looks at chishiya, head tilted, with a thoughtful expression. learning things about him is like sifting for gold. ) Are cookies your favorite?
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He hums affirmatively at the question. He finds he doesn’t mind answering Arisu’s questions when he asks them. He’s earned his answers.]
For snacking, yeah. But if I want something savory I usually choose rice crackers.
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Arisu-kun, are you a health nut?
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I’m a cardiologist.
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( he wonders if chishiya has any vices at all. other than lighting game boards on fire. )
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I like junk food.
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So.
( drinking some coffee, he sets his feet more firmly on the ground, scooting into chishiya’s legs, although he’s more careful to look at the desk itself than chishiya, who’s in a somewhat advantageous position. )
You work here. ( it’s about what he expects — not especially unique to chishiya in anyway other than its meticulousness. arisu kisses his teeth. ) No pictures of me. What a bad husband.
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Well, you haven’t given me any.
[He sounds vaguely awkward, because that hadn’t occurred to him. But thinking about it now, he supposes that spouses do things like that, normally. Have pictures of each other. It’s times like that this he’s reminded how cold the home he grew up in was. Sentimental family photos haven’t really been a typical part of his life.]
Do you have any of me?
[He doubts it. He hasn’t given Arisu any photos of himself, either, for the same reason he never thought to ask for any of Arisu.]
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Yes.
( he holds the evidence, a slowly developing photo, up between his two fingers. )
Because I'm a good husband.
( grinning while he says it, he looks inordinately pleased with himself. )
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Did you plan this?
[He eyes the slowly developing picture for a second before he puts the bag of cookies aside. He lets Arisu keep the photo, though he doubts it'll be especially flattering. He reaches for the camera. He can't help it, he’s curious.]
Where did you get that?
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( chishiya loves these weird, vintage-y bits of tech. plus, he gave arisu the gameboy. he owed him.
he offers up the camera easily, focusing instead on the picture. contrary to chishiya's belief, he looks extremely cute in it, and very competent in his lab coat. it's a little treasure. )
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[His tone actually betrays his surprise. He's gotten used to letting his guard down around Arisu and he is, honestly, too surprised to try to cover it.
There haven't been many people who have bothered to get him gifts, particularly thoughtful ones that take into account his likes or interests.
He gives the camera a cursory inspection, although he's a little distracted by the warmth blooming in his chest.]
What's the occasion?
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( he scratches the back of his head, shyly. he didn't really consider how embarrassing giving a gift to chishiya would feel. )
I just thought you'd like it. It's not a big deal.
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I do like it.
[He holds up the little Polaroid picture after it pops out.]
And I hate being bad at things.
[Meaning, he won't settle for being a bad husband.]
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Wait, I wasn't ready.
( he hesitates, apparent in his shyness. after a second, he pats his lap invitingly, nodding his head at chishiya. )
Let's take one together.
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I wasn't ready when you took mine, either.
[Why should Arisu be the only one with a candid photo?
But then he quirks an eyebrow at the invitation. It feels bold somehow, in spite of Arisu's little moment of hesitation. Chishiya, though, doesn't hesitate. He may not have spoken of his feelings since the night of the party but they're still there. It's why he never pushes Arisu away when he snuggles up to him at night.
He pushes himself off the desk and moves to settle into Arisu's lap.]
Like this?
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Yep. Right.
( he was under the very misguided belief that overexposure to chishiya pretty much this whole mission was building him up a resistance to shyness. turns out, there's no real immunity to the effect of chishiya being near him — arisu ducks his head and avoids making eye contact, covering up his blush by reaching for the camera instead. he has longer arms, so it makes sense for him to be the one to hold it up, aiming it back at them. )
Okay. Here we go.
( arisu doesn't smile at the camera — he smiles at chishiya, pressing his nose against chishiya's cheek, before taking the picture. )
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He smiles faintly as their noses brush together.]
Ryo-chan. [His voice is soft and amused. Playful.] You're tempting me at work. [It doesn't sound like a complaint.]
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( arisu has literally never tempted anyone into anything. the idea alone is silly. if he didn't have a camera in his hand, he'd tickle chishiya's waist in reprimand.
as it is, he just stays in chishiya's personal space, oddly comfortable there. he gives chishiya a singular bounce on his knee, which makes arisu's lips curve up, putting effort forward into not laughing literally in his face. )
I think you're easily excitable. That's all.
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