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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]

[ 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.

[monkeyblue]

Me either, but I still know how to.

[He's still smirking.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just huffs and crosses his arms over his chest and gives Saru a challenging look. ]

See? Bet that's lying, too.

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi shrugs.]

Not like you're ever going to find out, virgin Misaki~

[thevanguard]

[ Yata blinks, freezing for a moment as he stares at Saru, speechless. And this time when the red creeps up the back of his neck, it's for a completely different sort of self-consciousness. But he's no longer settling comfortably on Saru's lap either, squirming to get free with intent this time.

Look, that's a sore spot, okay.

He jerks to his feet as abruptly as if Saru had stabbed him, turning away and avoiding Saru's gaze. ]

Ass.

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi frowns, letting Misaki pull away.]

Tch. I was teasing, Misaki.

[thevanguard]

[ About which part, though? He's not so sure. Even though he huffs and waves it off, like it doesn't matter. It shouldn't. It's a dumb insecurity and he knows it. He never said it was logical. ]

Yeah, yeah. It's fine.

[ Even if it might not be. But he just shrugs and stuffs his hands deep into his pockets as he turns towards the door. ]

I'm hungry. You want anything?

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi pulls Misaki back by the arm.]

Do I need to stab Judar?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata freezes, looking confused as he glances back at Saru. ]

....Huh?

[monkeyblue]

You don't get that upset when I tease you. Did Judar do something?

[thevanguard]

No. It's nothing. [ He shakes his head and looks away again, shrugging dismissively. ] You're not the first one to tease me about it. Neither is he. Probably won't be the last, either.

[monkeyblue]

...it bugs you?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata rolls his eyes and shakes his arm free, although he's more upset at himself for letting this get under his skin just now than anything else. ]

No. I'm used to the fact that I'm shit at this sort of thing and have no fucking clue what I'm doing, alright?

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi lets him go.]

Tch. Alright. I didn't know. I'll stop.

[thevanguard]

... It's fine. You're probably right, anyway. [ He gives a dry laugh at that, self-depreciating as he lifts a hand to gesture at them. ] I mean, I'm handling this great so far, huh?

[monkeyblue]

What, us dating?

[thevanguard]

[ He groans and buries his face in his hands. ]

Saru. I don't know the first fucking thing about dating. But I'm already pretty sure I'm not doing this right.

[monkeyblue]

Tch, you think I am? I just don't care.

[He tugs Misaki closer.]

I've got you, we're dead, and not in our home world. Why the hell do I care how we're 'supposed' to date?

[thevanguard]

[ He goes still again, blinking up at Saru when he tugs him back, confusion flickering over his face again as he searches his face. Saru always seemed to have so much of an easier time coming across as competent and capable. Next to him, Yata almost perpetually felt like a mess, unless they were fighting stuff. Even in this, Saru had seemed to somehow slip seamlessly into calling Yata his boyfriend and making actions like pulling him into his lap without warning, whereas Yata spent more time second-guessing himself or realizing afterwards - when it was too late - that he might have been missing clues he was supposed to pick up along the way.

Now... Now he just tilted his head in to bury his face against Saru's chest, huffing out a deep sigh at himself as he rested his forehead against Saru's chest. ]

You still manage to make it look easy, somehow.