Compromise? You're sounding like such a fucking adult. Don't get boring on me, aren't we supposed to fight and lose our shit at each other like every other dysfunctional young couple.
[what a concept.]
- and besides, you're the only one paying rent here for now. This place is yours.
[Admittedly a "for now". He's going back to modeling so he'll be able to cash in more checks soon, even as he's content to wrap his arms around Chuuya and briefly kiss his jaw. The physical affection is always infinitely easier.]
Knew I should've saved some glitter for when you kept saying stupid shit at home too.
[ . . . though he does pause at that. Home. The word slipped out of his mouth before he actually thought about it. There are a few places that Baren thinks of as home - the penthouse with his sister, Recollé as a whole - but he supposes that now this place with Chuuya has been added to the list. Just because Chuuya's there.
It's different, having a home that he didn't have to find and dig a place into for himself.
So he pauses, and leans up to press a kiss to Chuuya's forehead.
Sure, they can fuck like they're fighting over a futon later but for now he thinks that it's okay to have an actual emotion, if just barely.]
[chuuya doesn't miss that comment or the pause, looking back at baren with slightly wider eyes-- but he doesn't say anything, in the moments before baren continues. it's something he doesn't want to interrupt or break, something that feels almost fragile, considering that he's not sure if it'll make baren react poorly or not.
but then he gets another kiss instead, and chuuya gives him a small, warm smile in return.]
Welcome home, love.
[and he immediately kisses him, hoping to cut off the tsun before it starts]
Baren tenses up beneath Chuuya automatically, his fingers curling into the fabric of Chuuya's shirt as if to pull him impossibly closer. It's as if he can't decide whether he wants to shove Chuuya off or keep him as close as possible when Baren's free hand curls around his boyfriend's jaw to keep him in place for the kiss -
While he nips at Chuuya's lips none too gently a moment later.
The internal war of a tsundere who craves affection but also doesn't function well underneath the same attention.]
[chuuya hums thoughtfully, though he's making a show of it more than anything. he knows, mostly-- he can read the way baren keeps him held close instead of actually shoving him away.]
I could call you something else, then. Give you a nickname. What about Ren?
[he won't resist being carried, though, immediately stripping off his clothes once baren puts him back down. it's still odd to have a larger room, to have a closet that looks a little empty to him even after he's moved his whole wardrobe into it; he pauses for a moment while he's pulling out a pair of lounge pants and one of baren's shirts, making a mental note to get more clothes at some point.]
[Hypocritical coming from someone who literally never calls a single soul by their actual name? But he's gonna sit on the bed while Chuuya changes before flopping back against it because he can. Stretching out not unlike a cat....
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[but okay, okay, he'll come to the couch. chuuya curls right up with him, making himself comfortable and using baren as a pillow.]
...look, if you hate the futon and I end up hating the bed, we'll figure something out. Get one of those floor beds or a softer futon or something.
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[what a concept.]
- and besides, you're the only one paying rent here for now. This place is yours.
[Admittedly a "for now". He's going back to modeling so he'll be able to cash in more checks soon, even as he's content to wrap his arms around Chuuya and briefly kiss his jaw. The physical affection is always infinitely easier.]
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[and after a moment of thought, chuuya glances up with a grin-]
But hey, if you really want to have it out, that's a good way to test the bed. Make sure it holds up to a little rough treatment.
[chuuya can you fucking not]
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[whY!!
regardless Baren's laughing at that, even as he leans in to give Chuuya a kiss. it's a suggestion he's fine with in the end.....]
Wanna continue the new year just like the old one, huh?
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[he just rolls his eyes at that... but he's still grinning, breathing out a laugh at that last question.]
I think it turned out pretty well, so... yeah, I do. And then we'll do next year just like this one.
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Knew I should've saved some glitter for when you kept saying stupid shit at home too.
[ . . . though he does pause at that. Home. The word slipped out of his mouth before he actually thought about it. There are a few places that Baren thinks of as home - the penthouse with his sister, Recollé as a whole - but he supposes that now this place with Chuuya has been added to the list. Just because Chuuya's there.
It's different, having a home that he didn't have to find and dig a place into for himself.
So he pauses, and leans up to press a kiss to Chuuya's forehead.
Sure, they can fuck like they're fighting over a futon later but for now he thinks that it's okay to have an actual emotion, if just barely.]
Welcome home, Chuu.
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but then he gets another kiss instead, and chuuya gives him a small, warm smile in return.]
Welcome home, love.
[and he immediately kisses him, hoping to cut off the tsun before it starts]
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Baren tenses up beneath Chuuya automatically, his fingers curling into the fabric of Chuuya's shirt as if to pull him impossibly closer. It's as if he can't decide whether he wants to shove Chuuya off or keep him as close as possible when Baren's free hand curls around his boyfriend's jaw to keep him in place for the kiss -
While he nips at Chuuya's lips none too gently a moment later.
The internal war of a tsundere who craves affection but also doesn't function well underneath the same attention.]
For fuck's sake, Chuu....!
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[chuuya hums thoughtfully, though he's making a show of it more than anything. he knows, mostly-- he can read the way baren keeps him held close instead of actually shoving him away.]
I could call you something else, then. Give you a nickname. What about Ren?
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[and that's all he'll say to that
he'll move to get up at least, carrying Chuuya along with him to go back to the bedroom]
You're just wasting time with stupid ideas now, change so you stop smelling like bar.
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[he won't resist being carried, though, immediately stripping off his clothes once baren puts him back down. it's still odd to have a larger room, to have a closet that looks a little empty to him even after he's moved his whole wardrobe into it; he pauses for a moment while he's pulling out a pair of lounge pants and one of baren's shirts, making a mental note to get more clothes at some point.]
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[Hypocritical coming from someone who literally never calls a single soul by their actual name? But he's gonna sit on the bed while Chuuya changes before flopping back against it because he can. Stretching out not unlike a cat....
A very picky cat.]
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[chuuya finishes changing and returns to the bed, where he flops right onto baren. deal with it.]
You're the only one who gets to call me that. I just want something nobody else gets to call you.
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Is "boyfriend" not good enough.
[that's a title not a nickname, baren, stop being difficult]
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[he snorts at the thought, giving his head a little shake.]
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I think that's a fucking great idea.
[but he loves???? messing with chuuya?? so]
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[he's just testing it out to see how it sounds, really, following up with a little hum-]
See? It doesn't sound too bad.
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baren makes a gagging noise and moves to cover chuuya's mouth his hand]
I beg to fucking differ.
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Why not?
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Because I said no, jackass.
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No because I hate it because I'm me.
[and because he's just starting to get tired of this conversation he'll roll them both over so he's on top]
Drop it, Chuu.
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[and then he remembers something-]
-pretty sure we were supposed to be arguing over something different, anyway.
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still Baren laughs at that even as he closest the space between them with a kiss]
Yeah, like how your taste in furniture is as shitty as your taste in hats.
[and a taunt]