Rean slides out his chair and stands, making his way over to Crow and coming in very close – dangerously close – to trap him against the counter and lean in so Crow can't avoid his gaze.]
Why~, exactly, did your chiropractor give you a suggestive picture...? Inquiring minds must know, Crow Armbrust.
[...is. Is he flirting while threatening him? Rean, oh my god.]
Crow has never felt more in trouble and more turned on at the same time. It's a complex combination of emotions, but...well, here we are. He bites off the piece of hot pocket, allowing his chewing time to help him think of a good answer while Rean stares him down, him pushed against the counter.
Yem Been.]
It was someone from her past life I think? And she gave it to me as thanks for helping her remember--
[Before he can say any more, though, he's going to shove more of that glorified pizza puff into his mouth.]
[Rean's about to accept that and pull away, because really, it does sound like something Ahmi would do. But then Crow eats more of the Hot Pocket and speaks, and Rean stays right where he is. His little glare is less suspicious now, more of his usual judgement.]
Then let it cool down? You don't have to keep eating it.
[It has not occurred to him that Crow could mean him.]
That Hot Pocket is the only thing between him and making out with you right here. It's a very thin line. Crow swallows as Rean says that, making sure it goes down before he realizes. Rean is still the oblivious idiot he knew and loved, even when they're IN a relationship.]
Okay.
[He'll set the half eaten pocket on the napkin and turns his gaze to the boy in front of him, brushing his lips right up against Rean's. Hope you like Pepperoni.]
[Well, the good thing is, Rean doesn't mind pepperoni one bit. It's spicy! And you know what else is spicy? The direction this thread headed in.
So, at some point later after the two have recovered from finding themselves thoroughly distracted, they'll finally make their way out of Crow's apartment (much to Pachinko's over-exaggerated dismay) and out toward Wiffle-Waffle.
It's darker, now. Probably for the better. Rean did bring his carrying case over to Crow's, so he'll be immediately hiding his new (old?) sword from prying eyes anyway, but carrying around a long, thin, dark case in broad daylight tends to attract a few stares. Hopefully not so much when it blends in a little better.
Rean sighs a little as they make their way.]
We're going to Wiffle-Waffle after this, you know. [That's not a question.] Tiring me out like that when I came to you for help? Really...
[Rean's playful, yet chastising comments do nothing to dampen Crow's mood as they walk down the sidewalk. He's got the look of a cat who got the cream, and if he's not careful, that smile could light up the whole street.
He'll keep it contained though, humming a satisfied tune as he pulls up Wiffle-Waffle's online menu.
Yeah, he figured you might be hungry after that.]
I didn't hear you complaining once the shirt came off.
[He snickers, bumping his shoulder into Rean's playfully.]
Besides, you did make my hot pocket go cold, and they're never as good reheated~
[It's amazing, how a grin like that can drive Rean mad in so many ways. Right now, it's a bit agitating, as Crow is wont to be, but Rean can't keep the smile off his own face either as he bumps right back.]
Your fault for having the world's most questionable art collection. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when I told you you could set it down, either.
[Despite everything earlier, that low flirting is enough to get him to turn a lovely shade of pink, and it has nothing to do with the chill of the night air.]
I... ah.
[He has no response to this, so in his own act of self-preservation, he just changes the topic.]
[Rean's face turning that pinkish hue and looking away is all Crow needs to completely melt on the spot. He's got a better pokerface than his partner, sure, but let the record dictate that he is dying over that face.
He'll go easy on you, this time, but not because he's full of dokis!]
Guess this means our future Valentines won't be so 'fake', either.
[That's enough to bring a smile back to Rean's face, although he's still not looking at Crow. Talking like this, even if he knows there's no need... he can't help but get a bit shy.]
...It's funny, actually. All that insanity about finding me a date last month, and... I mean, I didn't have a bad time with Li-Na or Yuuki. Far from. But I definitely had the best time with you.
[Critical hit. Now it's Crow's turn to flush a light pink..as he lets his gaze wander to the sidewalk. Dammit, he was only so good at masking his feelings. Rean always brought it out of him like turning on a faucet.]
Right, that fiasco.
[The one he still gets shit about to this day.]
Heh, and at that point it wasn't even really a 'date'.
...But you were mine, too. Not that you had any competition that day, but it still counts.
Seriously? I saw you in the afternoon for waffles, and then when I woke up on your couch that night you had a giant hickey. You weren't even trying to hide that!
[Rean frowns. Even if Crow hadn't been seemingly showing the damn thing off, there's no way he could have missed it. A lovely little darkened red mark like that just popped off his skin so nicely...
Rean's definitely had that burned into his mind for the latter half of February.]
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Rean slides out his chair and stands, making his way over to Crow and coming in very close – dangerously close – to trap him against the counter and lean in so Crow can't avoid his gaze.]
Why~, exactly, did your chiropractor give you a suggestive picture...? Inquiring minds must know, Crow Armbrust.
[...is. Is he flirting while threatening him? Rean, oh my god.]
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Oh.
Crow has never felt more in trouble and more turned on at the same time. It's a complex combination of emotions, but...well, here we are. He bites off the piece of hot pocket, allowing his chewing time to help him think of a good answer while Rean stares him down, him pushed against the counter.
Yem Been.]
It was someone from her past life I think? And she gave it to me as thanks for helping her remember--
[Before he can say any more, though, he's going to shove more of that glorified pizza puff into his mouth.]
Thiff if rewy hot.
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Then let it cool down? You don't have to keep eating it.
[It has not occurred to him that Crow could mean him.]
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That Hot Pocket is the only thing between him and making out with you right here. It's a very thin line. Crow swallows as Rean says that, making sure it goes down before he realizes. Rean is still the oblivious idiot he knew and loved, even when they're IN a relationship.]
Okay.
[He'll set the half eaten pocket on the napkin and turns his gaze to the boy in front of him, brushing his lips right up against Rean's. Hope you like Pepperoni.]
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So, at some point later after the two have recovered from finding themselves thoroughly distracted, they'll finally make their way out of Crow's apartment (much to Pachinko's over-exaggerated dismay) and out toward Wiffle-Waffle.
It's darker, now. Probably for the better. Rean did bring his carrying case over to Crow's, so he'll be immediately hiding his new (old?) sword from prying eyes anyway, but carrying around a long, thin, dark case in broad daylight tends to attract a few stares. Hopefully not so much when it blends in a little better.
Rean sighs a little as they make their way.]
We're going to Wiffle-Waffle after this, you know. [That's not a question.] Tiring me out like that when I came to you for help? Really...
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He'll keep it contained though, humming a satisfied tune as he pulls up Wiffle-Waffle's online menu.
Yeah, he figured you might be hungry after that.]
I didn't hear you complaining once the shirt came off.
[He snickers, bumping his shoulder into Rean's playfully.]
Besides, you did make my hot pocket go cold, and they're never as good reheated~
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Your fault for having the world's most questionable art collection. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when I told you you could set it down, either.
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Heh, you got me there~
All because you were jealous of Cynthia hoggin' my attention.
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I still can't believe you named a poster. Listen, I get being thirsty. Same. But come on. That's a whole other level, there.
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You only say that cause Alisa-chan CAME with a name.
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I'm not so desperate I'd use a figure for that kind of fodder!
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[Crow seems unconvinced, his mood right back to playful as he leans in against him.]
She's got nothin' on you, though, just sayin'.
[His voice is low and smooth there, before pulling up the specials menu for Wiffle-Waffle for them both to look at.]
You wanna split what we get again? I get half of yours and you get half of mine?
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I... ah.
[He has no response to this, so in his own act of self-preservation, he just changes the topic.]
Y-yeah, that sounds like a plan to me.
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He'll go easy on you, this time, but not because he's full of dokis!]
Guess this means our future Valentines won't be so 'fake', either.
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[That's enough to bring a smile back to Rean's face, although he's still not looking at Crow. Talking like this, even if he knows there's no need... he can't help but get a bit shy.]
...It's funny, actually. All that insanity about finding me a date last month, and... I mean, I didn't have a bad time with Li-Na or Yuuki. Far from. But I definitely had the best time with you.
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Right, that fiasco.
[The one he still gets shit about to this day.]
Heh, and at that point it wasn't even really a 'date'.
...But you were mine, too. Not that you had any competition that day, but it still counts.
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Seriously? I saw you in the afternoon for waffles, and then when I woke up on your couch that night you had a giant hickey. You weren't even trying to hide that!
[This is going to kill the Rean bean, isn't it.]
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They are never going to get that sword are they.
It's like Journey to the fuckin' West or something.]
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Not that he would about this, but. Whew boy.
Saddle up, Rean.]
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[He clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.]
How do I say this...
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[Rean frowns. Even if Crow hadn't been seemingly showing the damn thing off, there's no way he could have missed it. A lovely little darkened red mark like that just popped off his skin so nicely...
Rean's definitely had that burned into his mind for the latter half of February.]
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[Here it goes.]
...
[Crow points a single finger in Rean's direction.]
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What.
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You didn't magically teleport to my couch, you know. There was a chunk of time your memory's failing to grab onto, so I'll fill you in.
If you really wanna to know who gave me that hickey, I'm pointing right at him.
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