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[Too stubborn to disconnect, Takasugi ends up splayed near the edge of the bed. One leg under the covers, the other jutting off the side, he's hardly curled into Solomon. Being nestled against the man's back had purpose when they'd ascended the stairs.
Now there's nothing left but the gesture - and that alone would reveal so much.
A desire to be near, to feel warmth not of the comforter but of the monster himself.
But, a voice reminds him, this isn't comfortable. Takasugi seizes the chance to move, arching his back and searching with his limbs until he's found a position that holds Solomon to himself.] You're feeling affectionate...
[An accusation - and an acknowledgement of the sudden boldness.]
Now there's nothing left but the gesture - and that alone would reveal so much.
A desire to be near, to feel warmth not of the comforter but of the monster himself.
But, a voice reminds him, this isn't comfortable. Takasugi seizes the chance to move, arching his back and searching with his limbs until he's found a position that holds Solomon to himself.] You're feeling affectionate...
[An accusation - and an acknowledgement of the sudden boldness.]
I'm not.
[A quick denial coupled with a half-roll, lying flat on his back to address the issue. He's not. Why would he be feeling affectionate after receiving such a horrendously cute poem that he's probably saved somehow between now and then? Absurd. Silly.]
You're up to something is what it is.
[He'll shift one more time under the guise of politeness, lying on his side to face Takasugi as he speaks. Whether it's seen as courteous or affectionate is whatever. It's a fucking feint anyway.]
Did you hire someone to compose that message?
[Maybe someone stole his phone??? Another ruse, refocusing wild accusations...]
[A quick denial coupled with a half-roll, lying flat on his back to address the issue. He's not. Why would he be feeling affectionate after receiving such a horrendously cute poem that he's probably saved somehow between now and then? Absurd. Silly.]
You're up to something is what it is.
[He'll shift one more time under the guise of politeness, lying on his side to face Takasugi as he speaks. Whether it's seen as courteous or affectionate is whatever. It's a fucking feint anyway.]
Did you hire someone to compose that message?
[Maybe someone stole his phone??? Another ruse, refocusing wild accusations...]
[Intuitive - and well phrased.
Takasugi cares to know which of them had upset Solomon the most, but only because he wants to take that claim himself.] It's hardly acting out.
Neither of us considered you at all.
Would you prefer I think about you, next time?
Takasugi cares to know which of them had upset Solomon the most, but only because he wants to take that claim himself.] It's hardly acting out.
Neither of us considered you at all.
Would you prefer I think about you, next time?
fairytales
maybe little red riding hood
oh or maybe alice in wonderland!
there are so many choices solomon
maybe little red riding hood
oh or maybe alice in wonderland!
there are so many choices solomon
but yoshiko is having a party soon and i want to dress up for it
i guess i can always have two costumes...
i guess i can always have two costumes...
you think so?
[She likes that answer.]
does that mean i can make you my white rabbit or the big bad wolf?
[Can she turn you into a furry...]
[She likes that answer.]
does that mean i can make you my white rabbit or the big bad wolf?
[Can she turn you into a furry...]
Are you feeling neglected?
[this is... a marital spat?]
[this is... a marital spat?]
[Takasugi's laugh is too sharp for the atmosphere that's fallen over them, lightness and warmth - the dark of the room is cozy, rather than consuming. His chuckle cuts through it, head shaking in disbelief pressed against shoulder.
They're both feeling affectionate, really.
But since neither of them wants to admit it...
Solomon's shifting position ripples through Takasugi as well, forcing him to adjust to the new topography. An arm draped over the man's waist, and his head forced into the space between jaw and pillow, he's made a home for himself on the man's body.
It's a bit stifling, breathing directly into the crook of his neck, but whatever.] Nn... I made it for you. [Here, he'll be honest, because he knows that's what will burrow under Solomon's skin the deepest - leaving flushes of red in its path.]
They're both feeling affectionate, really.
But since neither of them wants to admit it...
Solomon's shifting position ripples through Takasugi as well, forcing him to adjust to the new topography. An arm draped over the man's waist, and his head forced into the space between jaw and pillow, he's made a home for himself on the man's body.
It's a bit stifling, breathing directly into the crook of his neck, but whatever.] Nn... I made it for you. [Here, he'll be honest, because he knows that's what will burrow under Solomon's skin the deepest - leaving flushes of red in its path.]
You're being obtuse.
If people considering your feelings is as rare as you make it out to be.
It's your best interest to be clear with me.
Even if I choose to disregard them every time.
[is this super stealthy giving a shit????
who knows]
If people considering your feelings is as rare as you make it out to be.
It's your best interest to be clear with me.
Even if I choose to disregard them every time.
[is this super stealthy giving a shit????
who knows]
[wow this is what he gets for mayBE MAYBE giving a shit]
Would you rather I abuse you?
Would you rather I abuse you?
so my preference is your preference then
in that case we need to get you rabbit ears solomon
in that case we need to get you rabbit ears solomon
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