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. )
( arisu tuts, taking chishiya in tow while he leans over to deposit the camera and photo on his desk. it's easy to keep him balanced with both hands on him, snagged around his waist. )
Maybe insatiable is what I meant.
( his lip curves up wryly, but — well. if chishiya isn't leaving his lap, arisu isn't going to make him. )
[He hums, sliding an arm around Arisu's shoulders as he shifts foward, though it's not really necessary. Arisu does a good job of holding him steady.]
Ah, well...
[His gaze lingers on Arisu's mouth for a moment before he lifts it to meet his eyes.]
That might be true.
[It's definitely true. It feels like there’s always been a sort of hole inside him that he’s constantly seeking to fill with…something. Satisfaction, would have been preferable, but when he couldn't find that he settled for bitterness and cynicism. Now he's found hope again for something more positive, at least for a little while. For the time he has left. He tries not to dwell on the possibility that it may not be much.
Idly he runs his fingers through Arisu's hair, very pointedly not getting up from his lap. He considers asking Arisu if he'd like a demonstration of just how insatiable he really is, but decides instead to show him a little mercy. He doesn't have to fluster his pseudo husband at every opportunity. ]
( it kinda seems like, for a second, chishiya was going to kiss him. arisu is not opposed.
but he doesn't, and arisu doesn't know what to make of the fissure of disappointment in his chest. just having him close is plenty as far as gifts go — arisu wonders if wanting for more is selfish, or the simple desires of a man who was never given much affection to begin with. )
Oh, yeah. Your lunch. It turned out good today.
( every day since the party has been an exploration of arisu's bad, but steadily increasing, cooking skills. he wouldn't be shocked to hear chishiya throws it out every day, considering what a disaster it is. but today it's acceptable — arisu snags chishiya's bento box from his tote and hands it to him. inside is a humble meal of white rice, sliced omelet pieces, and little sausages cut and cooked to look like octopi. each little octopus has a kitty face, cut out of seaweed. when chishiya unveils it, arisu points it out, excitedly. )
[His lips twitch a little and he raises an eyebrow.]
You say that like it didn't turn out good yesterday.
[It wasn't too bad yesterday, in facgt. Chishiya has willingly eaten everything Arisu has made for him. It's not something that's been done for him often and he's not quite a big enough asshole to reject it out of hand. At least, not any more. And he does recognize the effort. Arisu has definitely improved since the party. Chishiya hasn't eaten a single charred yaki onigiri in well over a week.
He plucks up one of the kitty octopi and studies it. It is pretty cute, actually.]
It's like the character from that game in the Game Boy I gave you.
( it does feel a little bit like applauding a toddler for getting all the right shaped blocks in the pairing holes, but he preens a little with chishiya's implied compliment anyway, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. )
You're right.
( he hadn't really thought of it at the time, but he grins about it now — it's almost like an inside joke they share, you know, like real friends. playfully, he pinches chishiya's side. )
I would've said it looks like you. Well, not the tentacles. But the kitty face, obviously.
[Chishiya huffs and jerks a bit at the pinch because it tickles. Apparently Arisu isn't above exploiting a weakness once he's aware of it. Maybe Chishiya should be annoyed, but instead, he finds he doesn't mind. He's enjoying the attention. He likes that Arisu seems to want to be close to him and that he makes him lunch and got him a gift.
Chishiya is starting to wonder how far he can push his luck again. He doesn't really know what else to do when he feels affection or fondness.
His hand wanders up to stroke the soft hair at the nape of Arisu's neck.]
( looking up at chishiya, he feels a weight settle in the back of his throat that tastes like nervousness. swallowing dryly, he offers up what he hopes looks like a nonchalant shrug, leaning his head back and into the gentle pads of his fingers. )
[He takes a breath through his nose and releases it in a sigh, his lips twitching slightly.]
Recent, is it?
[His tone is warm and amused as he runs his fingers a little more surely through Arisu's hair.]
Kissing you right now could be considered unprofessional.
[The observation is made almost lazily and he sounds...thoughtful, but not necessarily worried. At least not in general. He seems more concerned about Arisu's opinion than anything.]
( it's the first time kissing has really even been brought up since that night — only with it announced does arisu realize he has in fact been avoiding the subject, as if worried about chishiya's regret. ordinarily that would be all the more reason to clear the air between them, but he supposes he's still capable of acting cowardly in the face of somethings, his own feelings withstanding. with the word, oddly, comes some sense of relief, if only because it means arisu isn't the only one thinking about it. )
Do you think so?
( in answer, he stretches his long legs out, pushing the wheely chair over to the door to chishiya's office. it gets silently shut, the lock turned, the little blinds on the door's window twisted until they too fall closed.
[His eyebrows go up as Arisu pushes the chair back to lock the door and close the blinds. Huh. He wasn't really sure where Arisu stood about things before. There was always a chance he might have regretted what happened, or was only interested at the time because he was drunk. But, well, Chishiya felt like he was, perhaps, sending some signals this afternoon.
[Arisu has fake married a rebel who starts fires in the middle of town. He has no problem with making out in his office if he's given the opportunity. Which, it appears, he has.
He cups Arisu's face in his hands and kisses him. It's a soft but greedy, exploration of Arisu's mouth, like he wants to savor this even more now that he's been given the chance to do it sober.]
( it's maybe a bit more passionate than he was expecting for an afternoon kiss in his husband's office — but arisu isn't complaining. his hands grip and hold chishiya's slim waist, head tilted to kiss him. he tastes bitter from the coffee, and sweet from the cookies — a little packaged taste of chishiya combined, who can be bitter and sweet in equal measure, no tasting required.
when they part, arisu's eyes stick on his mouth, a little awed that he was just there, kissing him. eventually he blinks up and meets his gaze, offering a sincere look. )
I don't care either.
( a thoughtful beat ............ and he goes red up to his ears. )
I mean. Probably not further than this. Like, kissing is fine. But. ( he trails off, taking a hand from chishiya to cover half his face, and then letting out an almost bellowing laugh at his own awkwardness. ) Don't look at me! Pretend I didn't say that. Oh my god.
[He blinks once. Then twice. And of course he doesn't heed Arisu's request not to look at him. He looks, his head tilting, cat-like, with interest as the flush spreads over Arisu's face.]
So you've thought about it.
[And is maybe, specifically, thinking about it right now. He sounds...pleased, actually. It's a bit of a surprise, somehow, in spite of the kisses (both the drunk ones and this sober one). On some level Chishiya is always prepared for disappointment, and he hadn't really let himself entertain the idea that Arisu might really be willing to explore whatever attraction he might be feeling beyond the cuddling at night and maybe the occasional kiss.
His lips twitch upward slightly, with amusement and with something a little more mischievous. He probably shouldn't say what he's thinking. He was trying not to fluster Arisu a few minutes ago. But he can't seem to help himself.]
But you'd rather I not seduce you right now?
[As usual the only way he knows how to entertain the warmth in his chest is with teasing, trying to see how far Arisu will let him push now that he's been given an opening.]
( embarrassed, he draws his eyes up to the ceiling to search for his dignity, somewhere among the fluorescents. apparently, it decided to take its break at the same time as chishiya — so arisu just shakes his head, smiling in a shy way but without backtracking. his hands squeeze chishiya's hips, sucking on his teeth, rubbing his thumbs against the material of his shirt. )
What's a word for when you probably should say "yes" but definitely want to say "no"?
[He smiles slowly and it’s genuine with a hint of warmth.]
Isn’t that "maybe?"
[He sounds amused. That might not be exactly the right word, but it’s something between "yes" and "no," at least. Mostly, it’s an excuse to keep gently teasing Arisu as he runs his fingers through his shaggy hair. Now that he’s started touching him, it’s hard to stop.]
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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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That might be the first time anyone has ever said that to me.
[Chishiya knows exactly the vibe he gives off. He's cultivated it. Calm indifference generally considered the opposite of "easily excitable."
But after a moment of thought he adds:]
Although, I guess there are different kinds of excitement.
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Maybe insatiable is what I meant.
( his lip curves up wryly, but — well. if chishiya isn't leaving his lap, arisu isn't going to make him. )
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Ah, well...
[His gaze lingers on Arisu's mouth for a moment before he lifts it to meet his eyes.]
That might be true.
[It's definitely true. It feels like there’s always been a sort of hole inside him that he’s constantly seeking to fill with…something. Satisfaction, would have been preferable, but when he couldn't find that he settled for bitterness and cynicism. Now he's found hope again for something more positive, at least for a little while. For the time he has left. He tries not to dwell on the possibility that it may not be much.
Idly he runs his fingers through Arisu's hair, very pointedly not getting up from his lap. He considers asking Arisu if he'd like a demonstration of just how insatiable he really is, but decides instead to show him a little mercy. He doesn't have to fluster his pseudo husband at every opportunity. ]
Did you bring anything besides cookies for lunch?
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but he doesn't, and arisu doesn't know what to make of the fissure of disappointment in his chest. just having him close is plenty as far as gifts go — arisu wonders if wanting for more is selfish, or the simple desires of a man who was never given much affection to begin with. )
Oh, yeah. Your lunch. It turned out good today.
( every day since the party has been an exploration of arisu's bad, but steadily increasing, cooking skills. he wouldn't be shocked to hear chishiya throws it out every day, considering what a disaster it is. but today it's acceptable — arisu snags chishiya's bento box from his tote and hands it to him. inside is a humble meal of white rice, sliced omelet pieces, and little sausages cut and cooked to look like octopi. each little octopus has a kitty face, cut out of seaweed. when chishiya unveils it, arisu points it out, excitedly. )
I found a stamp! Aren't they cute?
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You say that like it didn't turn out good yesterday.
[It wasn't too bad yesterday, in facgt. Chishiya has willingly eaten everything Arisu has made for him. It's not something that's been done for him often and he's not quite a big enough asshole to reject it out of hand. At least, not any more. And he does recognize the effort. Arisu has definitely improved since the party. Chishiya hasn't eaten a single charred yaki onigiri in well over a week.
He plucks up one of the kitty octopi and studies it. It is pretty cute, actually.]
It's like the character from that game in the Game Boy I gave you.
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You're right.
( he hadn't really thought of it at the time, but he grins about it now — it's almost like an inside joke they share, you know, like real friends. playfully, he pinches chishiya's side. )
I would've said it looks like you. Well, not the tentacles. But the kitty face, obviously.
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Chishiya is starting to wonder how far he can push his luck again. He doesn't really know what else to do when he feels affection or fondness.
His hand wanders up to stroke the soft hair at the nape of Arisu's neck.]
Hm. So, you like cats?
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They're a recent favorite.
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Recent, is it?
[His tone is warm and amused as he runs his fingers a little more surely through Arisu's hair.]
Kissing you right now could be considered unprofessional.
[The observation is made almost lazily and he sounds...thoughtful, but not necessarily worried. At least not in general. He seems more concerned about Arisu's opinion than anything.]
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Do you think so?
( in answer, he stretches his long legs out, pushing the wheely chair over to the door to chishiya's office. it gets silently shut, the lock turned, the little blinds on the door's window twisted until they too fall closed.
no, he doesn't mind. )
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It seems like he was right.
His lips curl upward in a faint smile.]
It's definitely unprofessional. But...I don't really care.
[Arisu has fake married a rebel who starts fires in the middle of town. He has no problem with making out in his office if he's given the opportunity. Which, it appears, he has.
He cups Arisu's face in his hands and kisses him. It's a soft but greedy, exploration of Arisu's mouth, like he wants to savor this even more now that he's been given the chance to do it sober.]
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when they part, arisu's eyes stick on his mouth, a little awed that he was just there, kissing him. eventually he blinks up and meets his gaze, offering a sincere look. )
I don't care either.
( a thoughtful beat ............ and he goes red up to his ears. )
I mean. Probably not further than this. Like, kissing is fine. But. ( he trails off, taking a hand from chishiya to cover half his face, and then letting out an almost bellowing laugh at his own awkwardness. ) Don't look at me! Pretend I didn't say that. Oh my god.
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So you've thought about it.
[And is maybe, specifically, thinking about it right now. He sounds...pleased, actually. It's a bit of a surprise, somehow, in spite of the kisses (both the drunk ones and this sober one). On some level Chishiya is always prepared for disappointment, and he hadn't really let himself entertain the idea that Arisu might really be willing to explore whatever attraction he might be feeling beyond the cuddling at night and maybe the occasional kiss.
His lips twitch upward slightly, with amusement and with something a little more mischievous. He probably shouldn't say what he's thinking. He was trying not to fluster Arisu a few minutes ago. But he can't seem to help himself.]
But you'd rather I not seduce you right now?
[As usual the only way he knows how to entertain the warmth in his chest is with teasing, trying to see how far Arisu will let him push now that he's been given an opening.]
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What's a word for when you probably should say "yes" but definitely want to say "no"?
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Isn’t that "maybe?"
[He sounds amused. That might not be exactly the right word, but it’s something between "yes" and "no," at least. Mostly, it’s an excuse to keep gently teasing Arisu as he runs his fingers through his shaggy hair. Now that he’s started touching him, it’s hard to stop.]