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[monkeyblue]

From: Fushimi
Date: October 25th

[Still late at night, but this time his post is signed? He has no shame about spamming the BBS with stuff like this, and anyway it's important.]

Can shinki celebrate their birthdays if they remember them?

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[thevanguard]

[ Nope.

He does it again. ]

Stop moping and I'll consider it.

[monkeyblue]

[He tries to pat Misaki's hand away.]

I'm not moping. Stop it.

[thevanguard]

[ He ducks and dodges the swat. Only to reappear over Saru's other shoulder.

And promptly boops him from that side, too. ]

Are, too.

[monkeyblue]

Am no--Misaki, I will stab you.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just cracks up, taking him not at all seriously. ]

Yeah, yeah, so you always threaten.

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi reaches over and pulls a stage knife out of his desk drawer, stabbing Misaki with it. It's fake and collapses into the handle, of course, but.]

Hmph.

[thevanguard]

[ If this were anyone else, he'd really be wondering why the hell you had a fake knife just laying around in your desk drawer. But no. This is Saru. He's not even gonna bother.

He is gonna play along, however, because he didn't want to see Saru brooding over his new memory, so ridiculous over-the-top playfulness it is.

His hands clutch the hilt of the fake dagger where it 'protrudes' from his chest, gasping and staggering backwards in horror, only to collapse on the bed in pretend death-throes. ]

Et tu, Mon-key?

[monkeyblue]

...you know Shakespeare?

[Fushimi bites back a chuckle as he turns to look at Misaki playing the fool.]

Really?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just picks his head up and gives Saru a pointedly oblivious look, still playing along for the moment. ]

Who?

[monkeyblue]

Dead English playwright. Wrote a lot of dick jokes into his plays. Probably too complicated for a moron like you to understand.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata snorts and playfully flings the dagger back at Saru, doing an impressive imitation of Saru's own style. ]

You would like a dead guy who made a lot of dick jokes.

[monkeyblue]

I don't. My English isn't good enough to understand him.

[He catches the dagger easily.]

I just know that line.

[thevanguard]

I think it was in a movie. [ Yata quints for a moment, because he.... honestly couldn't tell you what one. Probably some nonsense action one that actually had zero connection to Shakespeare in the first place. While he does know who Shakespeare is, he can't say he's ever actually read any of it. Isn't it all depressing and shit? Sounded boring. ]

[monkeyblue]

That's more like the Misaki I know.

[He stretches.]

Told you I'd stab you.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just jabs a finger at him. ]

Doesn't count. There was no stabbing. That was as effective as me booping your nose.

[monkeyblue]

Tch, if I were to actually stab you, you'd be dead. Again. I'm not going to actually stab my boyfriend.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just gets up.

And boops his nose again.

For good measure, of course. ]

At least you're not moping anymore.

[monkeyblue]

[This time Fushimi reaches out and yanks Misaki into his lap, wrapping both arms around him so he can't get free.]

I wasn't before.

[thevanguard]

[ He gives a startled yelp as he sprawls down into Saru's lap but laughs and concedes. For the moment. he still wriggles, though, trying to get comfortable. There's a slight flush creeping up the back of his neck. ]

Liar. Were, too.

[monkeyblue]

Was not.

[He says, burying his nose in Misaki's hair.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata makes another sound, although this one is a little more strangled than the yelp from before. That flush is definitely spreading further now, and quickly.

Although there's still a fond look lingering on his face as he reaches up and playfully ruffles Saru's hair in return. ]

I know your mopey face. You can't fool me. I mean. It's also a lot like your bored face and your emotionally-constipated face, but there's still a little bit of difference.

[monkeyblue]

I don't mope and I'm not emotionally-constipated.

[thevanguard]

You also lie a lot.

[ Yata just grins at him.

And this time, he leans up, pressing a kiss to the very tip of Saru's nose. ]

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi blinks, stunned, before smirking.]

Tch. Is that how you kiss?

[thevanguard]

[ He slugs him in the shoulder. ]

Shut up. It's not like I've done it before.