Give me the cuties

[hufflefluffhouse]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
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iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

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[unromancewriter]

...Yeah, I did. [Ugh, when had that bit of information slipped out?

Not that it's completely improbable that he would've shared that fact with the other man over the past almost-year, but it bothers him a little that he can't remember the context. Was it just mentioned in passing, or did he tell him about the trouble he had fitting in at home? If he doesn't remember the specifics, does that mean that he was drunk at the time, or sleep-deprived, or...or that he truly, honestly, trusted his lover? Trusted him to the point where telling him some small thing about his shitshow of a childhood wasn't a huge deal?

Maybe he does. There's still tension in his shoulder pressed to Yokozawa's, though, as he shoves down the inevitable taste of bile that threatens to come up every time he thinks about his time here.] Not sure how interested you'd be in a sixteen year old's favorite spots.

[He takes a couple big gulps of his drink, enough to make himself grin again, at least shallowly, when he looks at the man next to him.] Wouldn't you rather order up some champagne to chase down this beer? There's another robe for you, too, but you've got to take those clothes off first.

[yokozawa]

[The tension doesn't go unnoticed by Yokozawa, who had grown used to picking up on most of the body language. Occasionally, the two would have dropped tidbits of their personal lives here and there, if Yokozawa had to think back about it. He's gone as far as to tell Eiri that his feelings for another wasn't reciprocated but nothing past that, possibly downplaying just how much the rejection had hurt him. He doesn't feel the need to tell the whole story since...it's more or less wrapped up, right?

Nonetheless, he still wants to get to know Eiri more all the same. If reopening his own old wounds can do that, he just might.]

I've been crammed in an airplane for more than twelve hours... [He mumbles, rolling his eyes a bit to hide the fact that he's blushing a bit. It'd be nice to walk around and not have to worry about being on time for something. Eiri at sixteen...

He's not ready to don a robe or anything yet, but if Eiri would rather have a day in, he wouldn't argue against it.]

Can't imagine what you must have been like at sixteen. [He down his beer as he tries to visualize it in his mind. Eiri...a delinquent? A model student? Or even a wide-eyed youth with big dreams like in the shoujo manga the company publishes?]

[unromancewriter]

All the more reason to relax. [Preferably naked. But, admittedly, at the moment it would be more about his desperation for distraction than his genuine want. And that may be something he would've had no qualms about with someone who didn't really mean anything, but that isn't Yokozawa. It wouldn't be fair to him, not when Eiri is in such a shitty headspace.

Besides, fine, he did make the man come all the way out here; he guesses that the least he can do is take him out this evening for a nice dinner.

He snorts at that statement, almost choking on the beer going down his throat.] Good. You wouldn't want to. [Or maybe he just wouldn't want him to. Either way. God, he was such a young sixteen. Embarrassingly wide-eyed, yes, and so naive...fatally trusting...] I was a stupid kid.

[yokozawa]

[Yokozawa can take a hint most of the time. If he's right, then Eiri prefers to have a night in. A nice hotel room is miles better than a plane seat.

There's a definite glimmer of interest in his eyes when the subject starts to shift to Eiri's childhood. He doesn't mean to be outright nosey, but it's something he'd like to know. His gaze doesn't leave the writer as he hands him a tissue from the nearby table.]

Who wasn't? I don't mind having a night in if you tell me some stories. [He smirks.] That's what you do for a living, after all.

[unromancewriter]

[ Well, when he puts it like that... ] We'll definitely go out, then. [ As daunting as the thought of shedding his warm robe and putting on actual clothes is. He'd rather face the city he hates than go into the deep, dark reasons why he hates it. ]

The stories I tell for a living are about sex and death. [ He tosses an answering smirk back at the other man, the twist of his lips tinged with bitterness. ] Is that the kind of childhood tale you want to hear? [ Because that's exactly what you would get, Yokozawa. ]