[When he does, there's a soft "thump" from inside, and Rean opens the little door to have fabric spilling out.
Pulling it out reveals a decently heavy jacket, red and dark navy with gold accents and an embroidered phoenix around the back. It's lined with a sort of sherpa-esque fabric. It'd probably be really nice for this time of year!]
Even Crow's eyes are wide at what comes out. It was a jacket, with excellent embroidery and stitchwork, good material and definitely warm enough for the winter while not being too constricting looking.
And even better, it looked just Rean's size.]
Whoa is right. That jacket couldn't be more 'you'.
[He holds out his hands, a silent question on if he can hold it a second.]
I'm a man of fashion, I simply say what I see before me. You can't expect me to lie, now can you?
[You read his mind, though, because once that coat is fully situated on his person, Crow's going to throw an arm around Rean's shoulders, pulling him in to lightly smush their cheeks together while he flashes a winning smile at that camera phone.
Thanks to being able to shuffle cards like a pro, he has no problem turning that phone to landscape view, adjusting the focus and getting the perfect angle.
Rean might get a whiff of Crow's bargain bin cologne, or feel his earrings lightly snag on his hair, or feel the hints of the nearly invisible stubble on his face that will never quite form into facial hair, so.
[And too late, the camera goes off just as he's starting to voice his surprise, capturing his rapidly flushing cheeks and widened eyes.
It's amazing, how in the brief moment they're touching like this he notices all of those things. That scent that's so distinctly Crow, that he knows he'd probably hate on anyone else but somehow Crow makes work for him. The cold metal of those earrings lightly tapping against his own ear, reminding him of all the times he's found himself just idly looking them over while Crow's been otherwise occupied. And, of course, the light brush of stubble that just rubs in how close they are.
Damn it, Crow.
Rean's not so oblivious to his own feelings that he can ignore them forever, and he knows damn well he's been nursing an (honestly, childish) crush since at least their key mission the month prior. Something like this... does Crow even know how he's just rubbing it in? It's not fair...]
A-at least give some warning before you do something like that! That can't possibly be a good photo...
[He's almost pouting now. You know, just in case Crow wanted that, too.
[Sorry Rean, but that photo could not have gone any better in his eyes. Looking at the photo preview, seeing Rean's surprised and flushed face, that's definitely going to be a keeper on his phone.
Rean's also not the only one with a budding crush, and also not one that Crow's oblivious to, either. Honestly, he's been smacking himself over how much he's been pulling on Rean's metaphorical pigtails the past month and a half, taking every opportunity to be affectionate even when he's not doing it on purpose. But seeing him smile like that, it sent his stomach into knots, and he's gotten a little addicted to that feeling.
He just wish Rean kind of...noticed. But that wouldn't be our Rean, would it?]
If I gave you warning you'd have the most unnatural smile, and you know it!
[But that pout...that's too gold not to take advantage of. Before Rean can change that expression, he's holding up his phone and hitting the camera button one more time.]
You're photogenic, even when you're a Pouty Patrick.
[Watch, some months from now he'll be super gay and set it as his phone background or something.]
I— what's that supposed to mean? And who even says things like "Pouty Patrick—"
[...Hang on a second. Did he just take another picture?]
C-Crow!
[Clearly, the only solution to this problem called Crow is to shove him. Or ram him mostly-playfully in the side with his elbow, whichever is easiest from this angle. Probably the elbow thing.]
[Crow's smiling like it's his birthday, saving that picture just before Rean jabs him with that elbow. His body lurches to take the blow, his hand covering the area as he secures that phone in his jacket pocket.]
[Rean's crossing his arms, scowling at Crow in a way that can't be even remotely threatening. He's just too flustered.]
Mgh... just don't go sharing those with everyone, all right? However "photogenic" you think I am, [and you can hear those air-quotes even if he doesn't motion them,] it's still embarrassing.
[He'll sigh all he wants, Crow Armbrust. He sighs because he loves it. But even so, he can't hide the little smile that pulls at his own lips as soon as he notices Crow's.
Crow's just... infectious, like that. Did he ever smile this much, this easily, before Crow wormed his way into his life? He really doesn't know.]
Sounds like a plan. Let's go.
[And off they go, to completely heterosexual waffle adventures that have no romantic implications or thoughts behind them whatsoever.]
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Pulling it out reveals a decently heavy jacket, red and dark navy with gold accents and an embroidered phoenix around the back. It's lined with a sort of sherpa-esque fabric. It'd probably be really nice for this time of year!]
...Woah.
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Even Crow's eyes are wide at what comes out. It was a jacket, with excellent embroidery and stitchwork, good material and definitely warm enough for the winter while not being too constricting looking.
And even better, it looked just Rean's size.]
Whoa is right. That jacket couldn't be more 'you'.
[He holds out his hands, a silent question on if he can hold it a second.]
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You could at least come out of hiding before asking.
[Still, he does hand it over, but not without turning around first. No more meat shield for you, Crow.]
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Crow'll just twirl around to Rean's front, taking that jacket in the process and holding it up, giving a low, impressed whistle.]
Loooook at that. Man, I'm jealous~ Some sweet new duds from your past life, what could be better than that?
[And because Crow's such a gentleman, he'll hold it open for Rean to try on.]
C'mon, take off that thing and put this one on. Let's see how it looks.
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I can put a jacket on by myself, you know...
[But okay, okay, fine. It's not that much of an ordeal to slip off his normal winter jacket and climb into the new (old?) one.
...Oooh, it is warm.]
...Man. This thing is nice.
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[He chuckles, helping Rean lift it up to his shoulders as he pulls on the sleeves.]
Whoa.
I mean it fits pretty well from what I can see but...damn. You look SHARP, Rean.
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[He's examining himself as best as he can.]
You think so? Honestly, I might just start wearing this.
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Trust me, red's your colour to start, but the little details on the coat really bring it to life on ya.
You look great, man.
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Jeez... really talking me up, aren't you?
Thanks, though.
[Hey. Hey, Crow. This would be the perfect opportunity to lean in and get a surprise selfie. Just saying.]
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[You read his mind, though, because once that coat is fully situated on his person, Crow's going to throw an arm around Rean's shoulders, pulling him in to lightly smush their cheeks together while he flashes a winning smile at that camera phone.
Thanks to being able to shuffle cards like a pro, he has no problem turning that phone to landscape view, adjusting the focus and getting the perfect angle.
Rean might get a whiff of Crow's bargain bin cologne, or feel his earrings lightly snag on his hair, or feel the hints of the nearly invisible stubble on his face that will never quite form into facial hair, so.
Have fun with that.]
Sayyyy Cheese!
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[And too late, the camera goes off just as he's starting to voice his surprise, capturing his rapidly flushing cheeks and widened eyes.
It's amazing, how in the brief moment they're touching like this he notices all of those things. That scent that's so distinctly Crow, that he knows he'd probably hate on anyone else but somehow Crow makes work for him. The cold metal of those earrings lightly tapping against his own ear, reminding him of all the times he's found himself just idly looking them over while Crow's been otherwise occupied. And, of course, the light brush of stubble that just rubs in how close they are.
Damn it, Crow.
Rean's not so oblivious to his own feelings that he can ignore them forever, and he knows damn well he's been nursing an (honestly, childish) crush since at least their key mission the month prior. Something like this... does Crow even know how he's just rubbing it in? It's not fair...]
A-at least give some warning before you do something like that! That can't possibly be a good photo...
[He's almost pouting now. You know, just in case Crow wanted that, too.
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Rean's also not the only one with a budding crush, and also not one that Crow's oblivious to, either. Honestly, he's been smacking himself over how much he's been pulling on Rean's metaphorical pigtails the past month and a half, taking every opportunity to be affectionate even when he's not doing it on purpose. But seeing him smile like that, it sent his stomach into knots, and he's gotten a little addicted to that feeling.
He just wish Rean kind of...noticed. But that wouldn't be our Rean, would it?]
If I gave you warning you'd have the most unnatural smile, and you know it!
[But that pout...that's too gold not to take advantage of. Before Rean can change that expression, he's holding up his phone and hitting the camera button one more time.]
You're photogenic, even when you're a Pouty Patrick.
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I— what's that supposed to mean? And who even says things like "Pouty Patrick—"
[...Hang on a second. Did he just take another picture?]
C-Crow!
[Clearly, the only solution to this problem called Crow is to shove him. Or ram him mostly-playfully in the side with his elbow, whichever is easiest from this angle. Probably the elbow thing.]
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Plenty of people!
[Crow's smiling like it's his birthday, saving that picture just before Rean jabs him with that elbow. His body lurches to take the blow, his hand covering the area as he secures that phone in his jacket pocket.]
Whaaaaat?
I couldn't resist!
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[Rean's crossing his arms, scowling at Crow in a way that can't be even remotely threatening. He's just too flustered.]
Mgh... just don't go sharing those with everyone, all right? However "photogenic" you think I am, [and you can hear those air-quotes even if he doesn't motion them,] it's still embarrassing.
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I promise, I promise~ A man's got to keep some things to himself after all.
I'd never do ANYTHING to embarrass the Rean Bean.
[From the way he says it, it's clear that he's wholeheartedly aware of how many times he's embarrassed Rean.]
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[SIGH.]
All right, well... if we're done here, want to hit up Wiffle-Waffle? Since we're standing right next door and all.
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[Don't you sigh, you love it. Crow smiles warmly, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket.]
You read my mind, though. Let's grab a booth so no one'll disturb us, then we can take a look at your new Quartz.
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[He'll sigh all he wants, Crow Armbrust. He sighs because he loves it. But even so, he can't hide the little smile that pulls at his own lips as soon as he notices Crow's.
Crow's just... infectious, like that. Did he ever smile this much, this easily, before Crow wormed his way into his life? He really doesn't know.]
Sounds like a plan. Let's go.
[And off they go, to completely heterosexual waffle adventures that have no romantic implications or thoughts behind them whatsoever.]