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( it's okay Masaomi; the sole reason Tokage uses emotes is that he believes it to be part of his school-girl act. He might be getting way too much fun out of them anyway )

We're a bit young for scars. They look better if there is grey hair at the same time wwww! Sure, my place is empty, actually. Looks like I'm the only one left here.I'll cook something for you, but dessert will be your job.

( which...can sound like that kind of invitation, but is actually just your regular lamentation. Looks like someone is lonely )

[Is that what she thinks about scars? Well, in that case, he'll make sure to not accidentally-on-purpose show her any of his. Fortunately, most of them are well hidden anyway. There's just the one on his forehead - and his hair tends to cover that.]

All alone? That's kind of sad! I'll be glad to keep you company.

[Hell, if it wasn't for his 'little' sister, he wouldn't mind moving in with Tokage. He doesn't feel comfortable leaving Hiyori in a house with Izaya, though, even if they lived there together for months before Masaomi showed up.]

Alright! I'll bring something good. See you then!

[Surprisingly, he doesn't take it the wrong way, nor is he even thinking along those lines. He's such a strange mix of pushy and innocent.

He'll just be dropping by the supermarket for some dessert - ice cream, fruit, and chocolate sauce, maybe - and showing up at her door at about the right time.]

( the question is if Tokage has any opinion about scars at all. For someone who can regrow - could regrow - limbs, scars have to be an abstract concept. What would he think about Kida's? Maybe not much at all, just now, but oh-so much more later )

Isn't it?! I've had people over and visited a few others, but it just isn't the same. Try to cheer me up, yes? I'll make it worth your while ♡＾▽＾♡

( and he'll leave the door ajar for you, because he might be paranoid but he's also not, sometimes. Could be a test, but it could also be nothing more than Tokage not wanting to abandon his dishes.

You'll find him in the kitchen Kida, the one place clearly lived in and personalised, with an apron tied around his waist and bending over a pot. )

Cheering you up will be its own reward!

[Open doors are wonderful, but he's going to knock as he arrives, anyway, before pushing the door fully open.]

Hello~? Your dessert has arrived!

And the ice cream, too!

[He kills himself, really. ~~If only someone else did, too.~~ Removing his shoes and jacket at the door, he'll walk into the house. The kitchen is a safe bet, if only to put the ice cream in the freezer.]

( Oh Kida, your jokes are so bad for everyone's health. There probably aren't that many pots that have ever been looked at quite this dubiously and it's all your doing. ) Really, I wonder who set you loose...

( but he'll turn around, or at least crane his neck and widen his eyes ) You make it sound like you're trying to tempt me! How is a girl supposed to say no to that?

( now let's just hope that empathy-tango won't suck too much )

She isn't, of course!

[He'll just make himself at home; puts the fruit on the counter, the ice cream in the freezer, the chocolate sauce in the fridge.]

She's supposed to fall madly in love with me. And laugh at my jokes.

[Silent hint is not very silent. Not that he really minds her not laughing at his jokes, as long as she tolerates them - and she's been doing that pretty well.]

That's the basis of any good relationship, don'tcha think?

[Grinning at her now. He may not be all that serious, but he's not really joking, either. Nothing here but a lot of positive feelings, something like daydreams. Sure, you could state the obvious and point out the practical issues with them - but why would you? There's nothing wrong with enjoying them while they last. That's what they're for!]

You have to up your game for that to become reality.

( but he's grinning more fully now, even if he feels a bit - itchy? He really has no ideas how to tag down any of the emotions of the people he meets. Masaomi feels prickly, but not sharp, and while Tokage feels a bit pressured, he thinks it nice in a way.

maybe those are the fruit and the chocolate talking though )

You think I have any experience in that regard? Laughing is probably good, but don't force yourself.

You're up for nabeyaki udon, yes?

You've never been in a relationship before?

[It's not that he thinks less of her for it, but holy crap, how?! Guys must have been throwing themselves at her for years. And - wait a minute - she's living here alone! So she's definitely an adult.

This? Could be a wonderful challenge.]

Mmm, sounds great!

[He'll be smelling at your cooking, now. In yo' kitchen, touchin' yo' pans~! He's so happy and eager, without so much as a scratch on his amazing act of awesomeness.]

Not like that, no. ( and hey, he's being helpful, right? That's not even remotely vague or anything..!!

but maybe someone is just trying not to be a 800-year old virgin, who knows. Tokage doesn't feel embarrassed though, and that shows. The curl to his mouth is easy and playful. What would the kid make of this? )

Don't get yourself burnt! ( and that's vehement, more so than one would expect. One of his hands reaches for yours, quick as anything, and holds it in place.

and oooo physical contacts only makes it worse - Tokage begins to laugh, all soft and helpless )

Not like what? Not in a relationship where you can laugh together?

[Giving her an easy out? Maybe. Who knows? In the end, it's just a set-up to his next line, the same way everything will be.]

You have been missing out... Lucky for you, I'm here now!

[Serious. Not serious. Either; both. Whatever he was expecting in reply, it wasn't the quick grab for his hand - but then, maybe she didn't even hear him over her own warning. Anyone with half a brain will learn to tune him out, to a fair degree, pretty quickly.

Either way, now she's grabbing onto him, and laughing, and he really doesn't mind either of those things. It's silly, but for a moment there, with his guard down, he actually feels -...

Too much. Too much, too fast, surely? He can't -... Not that he doesn't want to! But he has Saki, at home. Doesn't he owe her? Of course, Saki herself would probably tell him to go right ahead, but that's really not helping him right now.]

I'll be fine. Really.

[A soft smile - and yet, he doesn't try to remove her hand, or move his own towards the pot again. Much as he should, he can't bring himself to ruin the moment, yet.]

That was never in the cards. Sometimes you have more important things to think of than that.

( but the words and the look on his face, they don't seem to work out. It's disaster and fun, and for the smile he could be quoting something from a book. )

Are you telling me that I should appreciate you before you look around for someone prettier? How cruel!

( and nobody will ever say that Tokage takes enough care of himself, heid indeed listening to everything, even if he doesn't try to make sense of some of the words. It's not always easy to follow conversations when everyone's worries differ so greatly from his own.

Thing is, he doesn't feel worried now. Tokage is getting the feedback of Kida's too much but it's been that from the start, feeling what everyone else does, around him. )

That's a good look for you, right there.

[His smile widens a bit at that, turns crooked, but there's still nothing sharp in his eyes. He doesn't get complimented, ever. And that's cool, because he's a guy, and guys don't need that kind of thing, right?

He still kind of likes it, though... And he has no idea how to respond to it, so he'll just take it and treasure it and leave it as it is, so he can't ruin it.]

I could look years for someone prettier than you, and I would never find her!

[Looking around is really not what he was talking about, but at the same time, it would be a lie to say he wouldn't. More to the point: he already has a girlfriend, sorta kinda, back in his own world, so...

He really, really wants to forget about that, though, if only for a moment.

Lifting his hand with Tokage's, he places a quick kiss on it, grinning, before pulling his own hand back and trying to get to the pot again to smell the food. Priorities.]

( it's a surprise, really, that Kida doesn't start preening. It's what Tokage had expected, the reaction that, by all means, should have followed the compliment. Should he mention that--? Normally he might refrain, but he feels good in a way, bubbly and that has him more open, too )

You aren't going to talk about this? Looks like you're used to getting all kinds of girls to compliment you.

( this would probably across as more convincing if he'd actually sulk and not, you now, tilt his head and quirk his eyebrow. ) I'm satisfied with this body as well. Now it just has to get warmer to better enjoy it.

( Tokage is going to. stand there for a moment, after than courtly gesture of dork. What is he meant to do with you? He curls his fingers into his palm, expression a bit lost, before he goes to collect two bowls. )

Of course I'm used to it!

[He says it complete with a dismissive wave of his hand, and everything. As if... There have been enough girls, over the years, who were willing to be his girlfriend, but that's not really the same, is it? Whether it's a question of getting older (sure, 16 is so old!) or something else, Saki was the first girl who really seemed to like him, genuinely, and in spite of all his faults. Someone has very fragile self-esteem, especially after Certain Events about two years prior...]

Warmer?

[Did she... really just say that? Don't give a perverted teenager ideas!]

If this is about sharing body heat, I approve.

[Or do give a perverted teenager ideas, apparently. It just seems so unlikely that that's what she means that he feels safe enough to joke about it.]

Are you trying to tell me that you don't need me to compliment you, too? I should not risk it with all these competitors.

( Could be that they found their kettle-pot story here, the thing that draws them in beside their sense of humour. The cockiness with the weak self-esteem, it does sound like it could work as glue )

Sure. For one, warm enough to make use of the pools. It is such a waste not to make use of them, don't you think?

Has anyone ever told you that you should spoon someone to warm them up? You'd have to be the little spoon, too. You generate the most amount of heat in your back.

Ah! Yeah, it's about time it got warm enough to use the pools.

[Not thinking of Tokage in a bathing suit, not thinking of Tokage in a bathing suit... Totally thinking of Tokage in a bathing suit.]

If it's always this cold here, the landlord should have gotten us a jacuzzi instead!

[Still thinking about Tokage in a bikini. Bathing suit! No, definitely a bikini by now. The idea of her touching his back is really -... Well, with her practically offering to press against him, he can't say no. He's hardly going to drag her on top of him, however.]

Is that so? Well, my back is currently uninhabited, so if you're feeling chilly...

[He'll just be looking over his shoulder at her. And resisting the urge to wink.]

I haven't been here for long, but even I agree with this. It's like a bad joke to see them out there and not be able to use them at all.

( Yeaaah, totally expecting you to think that. There is a reason why Tokage's smile stopped at pleasant and crashed right into perverted )

You wouldn't mind? It's harder to see through the water surface with these things.

( it's okay Kida, here, work-sharing! Tokage will wink for you, and awwww, isn't he nice to do that ) I'll keep that in mind for lonely nights.

For now we have our lunch, it would be sad to see it grow cold!

At least we'd be able to use them in this weather.

[Besides, he could study Tokage's body before and after jacuzzi times. And by touch.

Nononononono can't think that... C'mon. He's a nice guy! Even if he's also an easily excited teenager. Which means that line about lonely nights gets taken way too seriously. He knows it's just something to say - of course he does! - but the idea that she might do it is... Hng...

Brain crash. Rebooting in three, two, one...]

Right! Food.

[Forcing a grin. He was totally thinking about food. Without a doubt.]

It smells really good. Do you like cooking?

You can't wait for the good things to come to you? You're still a bit young to be impatient, right?

( and, watch: this took its time to swap over Tokage, to pull him from his own thoughts, because it's so alien. But there are Kida's desires, both direct and leashed, almost harmless, really, and they make his skin crawl and have him shift on his feet.

It's when he moves back the pot, to the boy, that puts one of the bowls down and wraps his free arm around Kida's throat, entirely loose. Is this what he wants here? )

I do, it's important to take care of the body you're inhabiting.

Sixteen isn't that young! Besides, there's not a lot I haven't experienced already.

[Oh, wait - they're talking good things. That leaves the obvious, mostly -

and then there's an arm around his neck, and suddenly those desires aren't all that innocent anymore. Still leashed, just barely, but burning like a raging fire. Which is probably why he doesn't want to turn around. Just in case.

He'll lean in a bit, though, turning his head to meet her eyes.]

You... consider the soul separate from the body, then?

[Sure, let's start a religious discussion. And just ignore how his voice is husky and barely cooperating, and all he can think about is kissing Tokage, so close to him.]

Imagine everything you've experienced multiplied by two. One way or another, there is always more to come.

( without context, this feels like oh-so much fizzy water, like something that can move him out of his skins in the one way he doesn't know about.

Without context, Tokage would have no idea, really, what this feeling is, but he knows where he is, what he is doing, just now, (not really, actually, that's a half-lie) and he can make an educated guess.

What baffles him now is the same as before, is the question where to go from here. Kida's emotions don't answer him that, but they do pull him under more than Tokage realises. 800 years and all he can think of is to duck his head and press his face against Kida's throat, to nose under his jaw. )

Sure, it's the body that remains dependant on the soul, that starts rotting as soon as its left empty. The soul lives on for a long time after that. Is that hard to believe?

I guess... that makes sense...

[Masaomi has no idea, truly. Focusing on a question like that would be hard at the best of times. Right now, it's simultaneously impossible and the only chance he's got to distract himself from being nuzzled, oh God... That feels way too good, and he shouldn't, but he wants to, and clearly she wants to -...

He turns to face her, carefully, trying not to lose her arm around his neck.]

But you can never really be sure, so... I don't see the point of -...

[He keeps talking more or less on autopilot, though his voice is getting soft and low, lacking all trace of emotion. He's too distracted; he has to do it, to try it, to see.

Sorry, Tokage. Masaomi will be trying to kiss you now.]

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.

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With apologies, but it was impossible to avoid. XD

Oh Kida, most dorky gigolo ever~

These two. So beautiful in their fail.

always, always. How do you Human Interaction 101

pets them both

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