regardless baren's fine with all of that, though he does nip at chuuya's lips in that last kiss to discourage him briefly - knowing it doesn't stand a chance of working - so that he can focus on actually putting these ingredients together without burning anything. or. himself. too soon???
though he'll muse - ]
Do you even have any space left in your closet?
[Not that I'm moving in - but it'd be easier if I had space to leave shit here.]
[that kiss comes with a satisfied little hum that's... accompanied by a couple of little hearts. thanks, retrospec effects. chuuya promptly huffs and swats them away, because god, that's just a bit too much]
You can't just replace my whole wardrobe for me, c'mon...
[but he's just petulant, honestly, because he follows it with-]
I'll let you do some of it, but I'm going through first and picking the shit I want to keep wearing.
[The time for Chuuya to regret everything about his life is probably now.
Because Baren caught those little hearts out of the corner of his eye and - laughed? Oh no. Oh no. That's too dumb and gay and.
Well he sets the stove fire lower anyway for a simmer so he can wander over to Chuuya to stand in front of him, place his hands on either side of the counter to box him in, and lean in for a few more kisses, taunting in between - ]
Were those hearts?
For me?
Can I see those again? Hey Chuu - can I? Stupid pet.
[WELL HIS TERRIBLE PERSONALITY ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE]
Because Baren's still laughing, and happy as he is to keep giving Chuuya those kisses to see exactly when the flood of hearts will stop, he misses the thought bubbles. For now. There's instead a happy little sunny glow that comes from him even as he laughs....]
What're you talking about? You don't - like this? My dumb Chuu.
[chuuya's laughing, though, throwing his arms around baren's neck and clinging to him as he's carried off. flustering baren like this is almost starting to feel like a little victory, honestly... prepare for more of this shit baren.]
[ - alright but considering the fact that his hands definitely got burnt just earlier this month and he's got some gnarly scars that he's still not comfortable showing in public??
there's a moment where he just
COMPLETELY FREEZES
appears to stop breathing
snaps his hand back, turns back toward the kitchen and silently returns back to cooking]
[chuuya pushes himself back up off the couch and returns to the kitchen, though this time it's not to bother baren. he's busy fetching a pair of wine glasses and pulling out a bottle that looks much fancier than any he's ever owned before.]
[SO DEMANDING, GOD. That said Baren's just going to roll his eyes and lightly hipcheck Chuuya as he comes by, just to get his attention so that Baren can blow the steam off a taste test spoon sample of fried rice and bring it over to Chuuya's mouth.]
[why did chuuya the romantic decide to date baren the non-romantic... but regardless he'll bring the food he's cooked over to the table now, shaking his head as he does]
You already need wine...? Was the kid's party that bad?
It's hard really for Baren to articulate what though. It's another sincere moment that leaves him utterly baffled because it's - direct. And that's what Baren likes about Chuuya. He doesn't have to guess at what he's feeling ever. But...
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regardless baren's fine with all of that, though he does nip at chuuya's lips in that last kiss to discourage him briefly - knowing it doesn't stand a chance of working - so that he can focus on actually putting these ingredients together without burning anything. or. himself. too soon???
though he'll muse - ]
Do you even have any space left in your closet?
[Not that I'm moving in - but it'd be easier if I had space to leave shit here.]
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[he's got some space, sure, but not a whole lot, largely just because it's... a tinyass closet. chuuya doesn't own that much stuff.]
Might be able to squeeze a dresser in somewhere if you need the space, though?
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[Though when he's done cutting up all the ingredients and putting them in the pan, he leans over to give Chuuya another kiss. Thanks for trying.
Might just revamp your wardrobe then. Get rid of the old stuff. Can have the stuff I don't wear as much. It'll be easier to cycle through.
What he says is the simple:]
I'll figure something out.
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You can't just replace my whole wardrobe for me, c'mon...
[but he's just petulant, honestly, because he follows it with-]
I'll let you do some of it, but I'm going through first and picking the shit I want to keep wearing.
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Because Baren caught those little hearts out of the corner of his eye and - laughed? Oh no. Oh no. That's too dumb and gay and.
Well he sets the stove fire lower anyway for a simmer so he can wander over to Chuuya to stand in front of him, place his hands on either side of the counter to box him in, and lean in for a few more kisses, taunting in between - ]
Were those hearts?
For me?
Can I see those again? Hey Chuu - can I? Stupid pet.
[WELL HIS TERRIBLE PERSONALITY ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE]
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Can you let me fucking live?
[-a couple more hearts pop up, and holy shit he's going to die. he really is.
chuuya groans and covers his face, with a little pink thought bubble popping up: You're a fucking menace. I hate it.
I love you anyway.
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Because Baren's still laughing, and happy as he is to keep giving Chuuya those kisses to see exactly when the flood of hearts will stop, he misses the thought bubbles. For now. There's instead a happy little sunny glow that comes from him even as he laughs....]
What're you talking about? You don't - like this? My dumb Chuu.
[so many smooches]
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[he does like the smooches... but he shoves baren back anyway because he's a petulant little shit. only then does he notice the glow, and-
okay, he likes that even better. it soothes his irritation as he leans in to give baren another kiss.]
Your name really does suit you, huh...? Cute.
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ugh.
THAT'S SO SAPPY AND SO HE JUST
fucking lifts chuuya up from the counter princess carry style????]
Oh shut the fuck up.
[AAAND CARRYING HIM ELSEWHERE]
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[chuuya's laughing, though, throwing his arms around baren's neck and clinging to him as he's carried off. flustering baren like this is almost starting to feel like a little victory, honestly... prepare for more of this shit baren.]
What, you don't like it~?
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[even though close as they are baren is still??? gently doki-ing??? god stop being nice to him
which is why he's also just going to fucking drop chuuya on the couch once he's close enough. and then deadpan:]
You're stupid and I hate you.
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[...he says, as he grabs at baren's hand and smooches the back of it.]
I'm gonna hate you more if you burn dinner, though, go pay attention to the food.
[1/2]
there's a moment where he just
COMPLETELY FREEZES
appears to stop breathing
snaps his hand back, turns back toward the kitchen and silently returns back to cooking]
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I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE. ]
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he's still going to make sure, just in case.]
-I won't touch them if you don't want me to.
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ugh, he hates chuuya.
there's a long, long, long moment of silence where baren seemingly is pretending like he didn't hear chuuya at all. he's going to focus on cooking.
but as he's switching between preparing the main dish - stir fry because it's easy - and making fried rice, he'll just sigh]
... Don't worry about it, Chuu.
[If it's you, it's fine.]
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[chuuya pushes himself back up off the couch and returns to the kitchen, though this time it's not to bother baren. he's busy fetching a pair of wine glasses and pulling out a bottle that looks much fancier than any he's ever owned before.]
How much longer is dinner gonna be, huh?
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[SO DEMANDING, GOD. That said Baren's just going to roll his eyes and lightly hipcheck Chuuya as he comes by, just to get his attention so that Baren can blow the steam off a taste test spoon sample of fried rice and bring it over to Chuuya's mouth.]
You tell me.
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S'good.
[chuuya don't talk while you're still chewing
after he finishes that bite, though, he gives baren a quick kiss, flashes him a grin and adds:]
Doesn't taste as good as you, though.
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Any way you mean that, it's disgusting and you should feel bad.
[Lewd shit or cannibalism, the world may never know.]
And aren't you tired of coming onto me yet? Close your mouth when you chew and set the table, you slob.
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[chuuya rolls his eyes and fills the wine glasses, taking them to the table first. as he turns away from baren there's a bubble:
I was thinking about your mouth not your dick, who's the lewd one now, asshole...
but he'll go ahead and set the table, because alright, fine, he's helping.]
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That's still disgusting!!
[why did chuuya the romantic decide to date baren the non-romantic... but regardless he'll bring the food he's cooked over to the table now, shaking his head as he does]
You already need wine...? Was the kid's party that bad?
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[chuuya hums to himself as he takes a seat, giving his own glass a thoughtful glance.]
I got it from Retrospec. '89 Petrus. I remember that I opened it on the night Dazai left, back then.
So-- I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to open it for a reason like that this time. It'll be a better memory, you know?
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That means something, doesn't it?
It's hard really for Baren to articulate what though. It's another sincere moment that leaves him utterly baffled because it's - direct. And that's what Baren likes about Chuuya. He doesn't have to guess at what he's feeling ever. But...
Better, huh?]
... you're such a sap, Chuu.
[I guess I hope so too.]
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[chuuya gives him a little wink, there... those bubbles are kinda sappy too, baren.
but he's just going ahead and taking a sip of the wine, and-- chuuya stops short, eyes wide.]
Holy shit. Okay, you have competition, because I think I'm gonna marry this wine.
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