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Good to see you so agreeable. Are you expecting a reward, boy?

( and that is, probably, not how he should refer to anyone here, not as long as they don't know what he is. Still, it is difficult to reach for a clear though, something coherent. He doesn't feel pressured the way he did outside, but

he feels neglectful, about worries.

Still, he isn't slow enough that Kida can catch him by surprise. He has the time to ponder, if only between one breath and the other, if he should. This is not his own body, he knows this, even with how hazy his thoughts are. But, a kiss should be okay, right? Something to thank Kida for, to make him feel-

accomplished? So. Tokage doesn't edge away, leans forward, but it's a short kiss, timed, something that ends in a slow brush of his mouth, in a soft nip, all tease. )

Edited 2013-04-03 07:33 (UTC)

[And accomplished is exactly what Masaomi feels - for a little while, at least. He kissed her! A beautiful woman - a woman older than him! That's pretty much his life's ambition right there. And yet, now that he's got there... Well, things aren't the same as they were when he set himself that goal, are they?

If Masaomi's signals were unclear, before, it's because he really has no clue himself what to do. There's what he wants to do, and then there's what he should do. He's never been all that good at separating those two... especially when it comes to girls.

He's got Saki. He owes Saki. But he wants so much to kiss Tokage, again and again. To touch her. To -...

To fail Saki again - to lose her again? What the hell kind of person is he, anyway?! An intense wave of self-loathing, and then he tries to recover from this whole episode, starting with some highly practiced awkward laughter.]

Ah, sorry... I got so hungry for your lips, I confused appetites.

The food! Right.

( Let's not even speak about how much older your pretty congest is, Kida. Let's, for an instance, talk about how Tokage looks at you, to-calm to be displeased, and clearly not about the cry on you.

In fact, it looks like he's grinning, one corner of his mouth curled up more than the other. Might be a bad habit to smile with a bit of teeth, but

there are more important things. The free-fall of Kida's mood, to be precise, and Tokage hisses as that swaps over him. It's the sound of someone burning their finger, or: the noise something old and magic makes when it feels pressured. )

Ah, I thought this was getting better.

[Oh. Oh. He did something wrong, didn't he? Does she deal poorly with rejection? ~~Sure, kid, that's the problem.~~ Because he really didn't mean to be harsh about it...]

Sorry. I do really like you, but... I sorta got someone back home.

[All right, so his line of reasoning is completely faulty, but he is telling her something that he hasn't told anyone about. His best friend may or may not have some idea, but even with him, Masaomi has kept silent about his girlfriend.]

( Oh Kida, your ego is a thing of beauty. Tokage blinks, his eyes coming to rest widewide open, Look at that, people stab him thrice in a single week, and what does he get the apology for? A broken heart. He'd laugh, but there isn't much of laughter in you )

Don't look so glum. I was clumsy and touched the hot stove. It's so silly, too!

( which...actually, isn't a lie. Nobody needs to know that he touched the stove intentionally, and after that kiss. Let's just turn towards the sink and turn the water on )

It's reckless to play with fire. ( and that's a look cut right back at you, a simple tease, something almost-sly. Tokage would be more upbeat, but you're being an emotional cockblock, dear )

You have to tell me about her now, though. No backing-out, Kida!

Ah, that's gotta hurt!

[Silly him, he didn't even notice -... Well, as long as he didn't hurt her, he can relax. It's sort of nice to get the fact that he has a girlfriend out in the open - if only to protect him from himself and his... bottomless charm. ~~Actually, his bottom is a large part of -... I'll shut up now.~~ Not that he's all that eager to go into details about it.]

Do you have a first aid kit, or something? I'll go get it.

[An awkward smile at the demand for more information. Sorry, Tokage, 99% of that particular story is stuff you'll never ever hear. There isn't much that Masaomi minds sharing, but this is just a little too much.]

There's really not that much to tell. We met, we hit it off... We started dating.

There was a rough patch for a while, but we're back together now.

Aah, it does, it does. But let me tell you a secret: I'm a bit tougher than I look.

( he..probably doesn't even feel the burn, considering that he can move around after someone has stabbed him, but, hey, why not suck up some extra care? Tokage isn't so nice as to let that go )

I don't know - maybe? It seems like something you should find here, but I never had a need for one, with the way things are. Say, are there more people in your house? This one is so sad.

( but but but he can push okay? One day he'll know more...! Or not, but it's certainly an ambition )

Aah, you are keeping secrets from me! Is she so special that you have to lock her up in your heart?

( turning the water off now, and making reaching for the ladle to dish out dinner. Progress?!)

Yeah, my house is full up. I can lend you one of my dads, if you want! Not that you should want to marry either of them...

[As for that first aid kit, he goes looking for it a little, though only around the kitchen. It doesn't seem worth the effort of running off, since Tokage seems to be doing all right.]

Well... I guess Masrur isn't too bad.

[Yes, Tokage can push, of course! It's not like Masaomi minds attention in any way, shape, or form, but a lot of this particular story will remain a secret. On the bright side, talking about Saki puts him in a pretty good mood, though there's always the undertone of missing her.]

There's no secrets! [Laughing a bit, in spite of it being a pretty big lie.] Her name is Saki. And yeah, she's special.

I mean... When a person knows all about you, and they like you anyway. That's kind of special, right?

I really wonder if this is supposed to be punishment. Who wants to live all on their own? It's creepy!

( let's just - have you look around, maybe that'll keep you occupied and away from your darker-than-wanted thoughts? )

Haven't heard about him. Or seen him, really. Which might say something in his favour. I was married to this guy I never saw, do you know how weird that was? Mimio? Or something, it makes me want to stay far away from the landlord.

( but aaaa, you see, Saki is becoming an increasingly favourite topic here, not only is it cute, and keeps Kida a few steps away from romance, it also make the mood so much nicer. And, therefore, the empathy way easier to bear )

Saki, huh? That is a pretty name ( with a bit of an odd meaning, but ) Is she your age?

( up until this point Tokage kept on glancing back, but he'll turn his back more fully now, for a moment or more. ) You can't trump that, to be honest. It's probably something everyone wishes for themselves, a person like that.

It's better than living with some people. You can always head into town, if you want to be less lonely. And maybe your job can distract you?

[Does she even have one? He's not sure - but he's always had jobs for the social interaction as much as the money, himself.]

Mimi-o? Like ears?

[That's probably not even how you write it, but he's happy to roll with that theory all the same.]

Maybe he hid from you because he was like Dumbo!

[Yes, yes exactly: someone like Saki is what everyone wishes for. And Masaomi has it. Had it. Has it still, maybe, in a way.]

Right. And yeah, she's my age... Why do you ask?

[Completely sincere curiosity. And completely ignoring his earlier proclaimed ambitions about dating older girls.

It's just... different, hitting on girls. It barely even has anything to do with the kind of feelings he has for Saki.]

I'm not sure, a lot of the people I have talked to seem like fun ( well, that's a big fat lie but shhh ) I don't have one, really. That's terribly lazy of me, isn't it?

I - probably, now that you say it. He has something animal-like about him.

( but he's a catboy Kida, that is totally how you write it. maybe

annnnnd this leads to some kind of snickercough that has Tokage hide his mouth behind his hand. )

Nothing, really. Maybe I'm just feeling old? Young love is something to envy.

( heading to the table now, both cups in hand. There are chopsticks already, and two cups of tea- )

[Masaomi shrugs a bit.]

Not that lazy. It's not like you really need one, after all. But if you're lonely, it's a good excuse to get in touch with people.

[Tokage, old? What a ridiculous thought! Granted, Masaomi has hit on grannies without batting an eye, but Tokage doesn't even come close to looking that old.]

You're not old!

[On the verge of bursting into laughter, Masaomi follows Tokage to the table.]

You're... beautiful.

[Accompanied by a soft smile. Funny, he doesn't usually manage to say that seriously... Obviously, he has to make things less serious immediately.]

And clearly a great chef!

You were lonely then? What a sad thought, good thing you didn't let that continue.

( and there's still something bubbly here, thank you Kida, but he might just mean these words though. )

I feel old. ( dropping into his chair at this, but he turns his head back, arching his neck to look at Kida ) Maybe you have an idea how to change that?

Careful, I'll end up depending on you to get me up when I'm feeling low.

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