INBOX for Lagunbiru

[kireaji]

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text, day after fmk

[pushpin]

hey
u home ?

text

[kireaji]

I can be shortly.

[pushpin]

awright jus lemme know when ur close
should i bring anything ?

[he's so... nervous....]

[kireaji]

It should take me about ten minutes to get back from where I am. I'll leave now.

Just bring yourself. Do you want food, or a drink?

[pushpin]

ok
no im awright

[he'll absolutely beat him there, and probably be pacing in front of his door]

[kireaji]

I'll see you soon.

[He smiles to himself as he gathers his things and heads back, and he'll be pleasantly surprised to find his guest already there.]

[pushpin]

[the teen goes still when he sees him approaching, casting a glance back behind him like he can pretend he wasn't just doing what they know he was]

[he clears his throat for a beat, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep them occupied]

Hey.

[kireaji]

Did I take too long?

[It's a half-hearted concern as he only lets his brow furrow for a flash, focusing on letting them in instead. He has a shopping bag in one hand, which he conveniently keeps to the other side, partially hidden away.

In they go.]

[pushpin]

Naw, I just felt like walkin'.

[to try and get rid of these jitters, maybe]

[he follows him in, shedding his jacket in the warmer air of the apartment -- maybe just to do something too, feeling like he's waiting on some precipice, trying to trail Hasebe in his peripherals]

[kireaji]

I see.

[A tiny shred of visible relief, and Hasebe puts the bag on his table. Holding a hand out for the jacket, he smiles.]

You decided to get a tattoo?

[pushpin]

[...handing it out a bit stiffly, amber eyes fixate on his face for a few long heartbeats, leaving an awkward pause between the question and its answer]

I got paid to. It's a dumb story.

[or, at least, he knows Hasebe wouldn't find it funny]

[kireaji]

I'll let you decide if you'd ever like to tell it.

[The jacket is neatly hung up on a hook, and Hasebe sheds his own, as well. Once done, he hangs it up, then moves closer to Guanshan with a soft eagerness in his eyes. It hides the tiny touch of nerves quite well.]

Thank you for coming.

[pushpin]

[he does it before he really has time to think about it, what it means or the consequences of it, learning up to briefly peck Hasebe on the mouth, drawn in by that look in his eyes and the general closeness of him]

[neither of them have ever had anything like this; he's never wanted to just... do something like that just because, so when he pulls away, he clears his throat again]

Yeah, sure. Seemed important.

[ourdays]

hey whats so good about you?

i asked guanshan but he couldnt tell me [not exactly what haopened but jian yi doesnt sweat the details]

[kireaji]

What's so good about me?

[ourdays]

yeah thats what i wanna know

[kireaji]

Why couldn't he tell you?

[ourdays]

i dunno probably because hes a jerk

or maybe he was shy lol

[kireaji]

I see.

[He doesn't see. He's confused.]

I don't know what he values most, so I cannot speak for him.

[ourdays]

im not asking you to speak for him im asking you to speak for yourself

so tell me what youre good at, why people should like you

[kireaji]

Isn't that in the eye of the beholder? I can't force anyone to like me. That would be a waste of time.

[ourdays]

okay but im asking so you should answer anyway

[kireaji]

I don't know.

[WHAT IS THIS A POP QUIZ!???]

I was told I am handsome?

[ourdays]

oh really? ill be the judge of that

show me a picture! [what happened to 'speak for yourself'...?]

[kireaji]

[He'll just... send a thing.]

Will this suffice?