Kojiro Nanjo (JOE) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
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yeah well you're the most important person to me and I can't imagine a life without you!!
yeah well you're the most important person to me and I can't imagine a life without you!!
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hell yeah! Beach trip! It'll be great
Just you know maybe leave bossman at home
hell yeah! Beach trip! It'll be great
Just you know maybe leave bossman at home
[ he's not even sure he owns beach attire. is a tie acceptable? ]
fair enough. [ ainosuke does have a way of making himself the center of attention, which is the wrong vibe for a beach trip. also, reki probably hates him. ] how much beer?
[ he'll swipe the shindo family credit card at checkout. ]
fair enough. [ ainosuke does have a way of making himself the center of attention, which is the wrong vibe for a beach trip. also, reki probably hates him. ] how much beer?
[ he'll swipe the shindo family credit card at checkout. ]
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why? I'm v happy
Is there something else you want? You say the word and it's yours
why? I'm v happy
Is there something else you want? You say the word and it's yours
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[ Right. Okay. Why did Kojiro expect anything different? Asking Reki to self-reflect is like nailing jello to a tree, and this isn't a forcing the issue kind of thing, so--
Reki eggs him on, and Kojiro revs the engine and kicks them faster. Kaoru would scold him; he shouldn't drive like this with a passenger, but Reki likes it fast, and Kojiro has a hard time refusing him anything, let alone a little fun. Besides, with this heart leaping into his throat over every dip in the wall, it's easier to ignore the way his head is throbbing. It's a good ten minutes ride before Kojiro calls out a 'Hang on,' and they plunge back down an embankment directly onto a service road. One that brings them to the cantina in very short order.
Engine killed and kickstand out to steady them, Kojiro tosses the keys back to Reki. ]
Go find us a table. I'll get your drinks.
[ It's a nice little place; quiet, considering it's that odd lull between the lunch and dinner rushes. A hole in the wall, like most of the places Kojiro likes, and that usually bodes well in terms of food and liquor. Places like this, no one seems to blink when Kojiro passes drinks over to Reki.
Or two, as it were. Both of round one's margaritas are on the table in front of Reki as soon as Kojiro joins him. And for Kojiro? Five bottles of water. With these and the incoming food, maybe he can join Reki later. ]
Nachos are on their way. [ Thusly announced, right before Kojiro downs an entire water in one go. Then his shirt comes off, and he tosses it over the bench beside him. ]
How the hell aren't you hung over, Grand Poobah?
[ Right. Okay. Why did Kojiro expect anything different? Asking Reki to self-reflect is like nailing jello to a tree, and this isn't a forcing the issue kind of thing, so--
Reki eggs him on, and Kojiro revs the engine and kicks them faster. Kaoru would scold him; he shouldn't drive like this with a passenger, but Reki likes it fast, and Kojiro has a hard time refusing him anything, let alone a little fun. Besides, with this heart leaping into his throat over every dip in the wall, it's easier to ignore the way his head is throbbing. It's a good ten minutes ride before Kojiro calls out a 'Hang on,' and they plunge back down an embankment directly onto a service road. One that brings them to the cantina in very short order.
Engine killed and kickstand out to steady them, Kojiro tosses the keys back to Reki. ]
Go find us a table. I'll get your drinks.
[ It's a nice little place; quiet, considering it's that odd lull between the lunch and dinner rushes. A hole in the wall, like most of the places Kojiro likes, and that usually bodes well in terms of food and liquor. Places like this, no one seems to blink when Kojiro passes drinks over to Reki.
Or two, as it were. Both of round one's margaritas are on the table in front of Reki as soon as Kojiro joins him. And for Kojiro? Five bottles of water. With these and the incoming food, maybe he can join Reki later. ]
Nachos are on their way. [ Thusly announced, right before Kojiro downs an entire water in one go. Then his shirt comes off, and he tosses it over the bench beside him. ]
How the hell aren't you hung over, Grand Poobah?
[ for someone who runs such a classy joint, you'd think kojiro would have a bad taste for lunch spots, but that's never been the case. between that dumpy soba place in the market and the one authentic mexican restaurant on the entire island, he's got a knack for finding places that are as rich in culture as they are in banging eats, and reki likes that about him.
this place is no different. from the loudly parti-colored paint on the outside to the ambitious seaside mural splashed across the deck, reki's already digging this place long before he gets a look at the menu. the proud okinawan side of him is happy to note there's more than one spam option, and cheap drinks is never something he'll turn his nose up at.
but even better? the music. reggae, real reggae, the kind he has to hook up a vpn to listen to at home. pretty gnarly fucking vibe this place has. reki's a quick fan.
he glances up from the napkin he's doodling on to watch kojiro down that water, cracking a smirk. ]
Because I know how to pace myself.
[ much as he's a fan of schadenfreude, same as the rest of the S crew, he's not heartless. he holds up a vape pen and tosses it to kojiro. ]
That'll help. Just don't go too hard on it, my dude.
this place is no different. from the loudly parti-colored paint on the outside to the ambitious seaside mural splashed across the deck, reki's already digging this place long before he gets a look at the menu. the proud okinawan side of him is happy to note there's more than one spam option, and cheap drinks is never something he'll turn his nose up at.
but even better? the music. reggae, real reggae, the kind he has to hook up a vpn to listen to at home. pretty gnarly fucking vibe this place has. reki's a quick fan.
he glances up from the napkin he's doodling on to watch kojiro down that water, cracking a smirk. ]
Because I know how to pace myself.
[ much as he's a fan of schadenfreude, same as the rest of the S crew, he's not heartless. he holds up a vape pen and tosses it to kojiro. ]
That'll help. Just don't go too hard on it, my dude.
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I don't think cherry gives two shits about protecting me tbh but
Yeah I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried about Adam hurting him again
I don't think cherry gives two shits about protecting me tbh but
Yeah I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried about Adam hurting him again
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[ To say that Langa is nervous definitely feels like an understatement. When Joe had texted him, and even throughout plenty of the conversation, he hadn't imagined that it would end with an invitation to his apartment for... well, for possibilities. He hadn't even thought that he'd end up outing himself as gay, let alone the fact that he'd happily sleep with Joe, yet everything had sort of snowballed out of control. Langa considers himself lucky that the older man is both confident and kind, not to mention wild enough to suggest they could hook up. He appreciates the lack of questions, too, though part of him wonders if they're going to come along with dinner and the movie.
Whatever happens, Langa feels about as prepared as he can for something he's never done before. He showers very, very thoroughly and dresses... well, nicer than he would for a night of skating with Reki. That is to say, he puts on some tight jeans instead of his school uniform slacks and replaces the uniform's white button-up with a plain black t-shirt. It isn't fancy, but if he's been invited for a literal Netflix and chill, he should probably try to act more casual than he feels.
The skate to Sia la Luce is relaxing at least, his body falling into the regular swing and sway of navigating the city streets. When he arrives, he follows Joe's directions up to his door and pauses. With a deep and steadying breath, he knocks on it twice before testing the handle and finding it unlocked as promised. Pushing his way inside, he glances around as he toes off his shoes. ]
Joe? It's Langa.
[ To say that Langa is nervous definitely feels like an understatement. When Joe had texted him, and even throughout plenty of the conversation, he hadn't imagined that it would end with an invitation to his apartment for... well, for possibilities. He hadn't even thought that he'd end up outing himself as gay, let alone the fact that he'd happily sleep with Joe, yet everything had sort of snowballed out of control. Langa considers himself lucky that the older man is both confident and kind, not to mention wild enough to suggest they could hook up. He appreciates the lack of questions, too, though part of him wonders if they're going to come along with dinner and the movie.
Whatever happens, Langa feels about as prepared as he can for something he's never done before. He showers very, very thoroughly and dresses... well, nicer than he would for a night of skating with Reki. That is to say, he puts on some tight jeans instead of his school uniform slacks and replaces the uniform's white button-up with a plain black t-shirt. It isn't fancy, but if he's been invited for a literal Netflix and chill, he should probably try to act more casual than he feels.
The skate to Sia la Luce is relaxing at least, his body falling into the regular swing and sway of navigating the city streets. When he arrives, he follows Joe's directions up to his door and pauses. With a deep and steadying breath, he knocks on it twice before testing the handle and finding it unlocked as promised. Pushing his way inside, he glances around as he toes off his shoes. ]
Joe? It's Langa.
Come on in.
[ So maybe a date wasn't exactly what Kojiro expected tonight, least of all a date with Langa. Truthfully, he's not even entirely sure how it got to this point; maybe it shouldn't have, and that notion crossed his mind more than once throughout the duration of his shower and dinner prep. There's a lot to unpack from that entire conversation, after all. Some gray areas between identity and attraction and friendship that Kojiro doesn't feel entirely prepared to tackle at the moment. And maybe those same gray areas are exactly why they should pump the brakes on this, but Langa's headfirst and all in, and it's hard to argue with that. So they'll just--
They'll see how it goes. Kojiro's plating up some chicken parm for their dinner when Langa arrives, and he flashes Langa a warm smile. ]
Be ready in a sec. Just lock the door behind you? Cherry barges in sometimes, and I kinda want you to myself tonight.
[ Kojiro's apartment is modest, all things considered. Sparse might be a better word; it's clear he prefers function over form (and, very possibly, he's just not home all that often). But it's tidy and cozy despite lacking a certain charm. And if Langa were betting on exercise equipment being somewhere in this home; well, there it is, bands and mats and bells all in regimental arrangement, beside a massive TV that has probably solely hosted films directed by Quentin Tarantino.
And the couch? It's the most plush and comfortable striped monstrosity Langa's ever seen. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'll bring dinner out there. You want a drink?
[ So maybe a date wasn't exactly what Kojiro expected tonight, least of all a date with Langa. Truthfully, he's not even entirely sure how it got to this point; maybe it shouldn't have, and that notion crossed his mind more than once throughout the duration of his shower and dinner prep. There's a lot to unpack from that entire conversation, after all. Some gray areas between identity and attraction and friendship that Kojiro doesn't feel entirely prepared to tackle at the moment. And maybe those same gray areas are exactly why they should pump the brakes on this, but Langa's headfirst and all in, and it's hard to argue with that. So they'll just--
They'll see how it goes. Kojiro's plating up some chicken parm for their dinner when Langa arrives, and he flashes Langa a warm smile. ]
Be ready in a sec. Just lock the door behind you? Cherry barges in sometimes, and I kinda want you to myself tonight.
[ Kojiro's apartment is modest, all things considered. Sparse might be a better word; it's clear he prefers function over form (and, very possibly, he's just not home all that often). But it's tidy and cozy despite lacking a certain charm. And if Langa were betting on exercise equipment being somewhere in this home; well, there it is, bands and mats and bells all in regimental arrangement, beside a massive TV that has probably solely hosted films directed by Quentin Tarantino.
And the couch? It's the most plush and comfortable striped monstrosity Langa's ever seen. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'll bring dinner out there. You want a drink?
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ok I'm ACTUALLY gonna come see you this time; send me your address and I'll be there soon
[ They've kicked around the notion of spending a night together often enough that Kojiro's shocked this is the first time they're actually following through. (Or maybe it hasn't been that often, but considering Kojiro's general penchant for sluttiness, it's a tragedy that Lin had to offer more than once.) But Kojiro's in the shower, and then on his bike, the moment he has the location from Lin. He's not far, surprisingly; if Kojiro weren't loathe to keep Lin waiting, he might have elected to walk.
He's knocking at Lin's door within the hour. And, because a gentleman never shows up empty-handed to a booty call, he's come bearing homemade cannolis and a book. What book? Fuck if he knows. But it's old and has nice artwork; something he'd snagged from Italy a million years ago because he liked the looks of it, and never had any use for until now.
He's grinning apologetically when Lin answers the door. ]
I come bearing gifts, so don't be mad it took me a minute to actually get my ass over here to see you.
ok I'm ACTUALLY gonna come see you this time; send me your address and I'll be there soon
[ They've kicked around the notion of spending a night together often enough that Kojiro's shocked this is the first time they're actually following through. (Or maybe it hasn't been that often, but considering Kojiro's general penchant for sluttiness, it's a tragedy that Lin had to offer more than once.) But Kojiro's in the shower, and then on his bike, the moment he has the location from Lin. He's not far, surprisingly; if Kojiro weren't loathe to keep Lin waiting, he might have elected to walk.
He's knocking at Lin's door within the hour. And, because a gentleman never shows up empty-handed to a booty call, he's come bearing homemade cannolis and a book. What book? Fuck if he knows. But it's old and has nice artwork; something he'd snagged from Italy a million years ago because he liked the looks of it, and never had any use for until now.
He's grinning apologetically when Lin answers the door. ]
I come bearing gifts, so don't be mad it took me a minute to actually get my ass over here to see you.
[Lin isn't bothered about waiting. In a way, he actually prefers that they took more time to chat normally before finally deciding to hook up. That is preferable to sex with a complete stranger.
While waiting, Lin also takes the opportunity to shower. And just to see Kojiro's reaction, he redresses with a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else- not even underwear beneath the sweats. But when he opens the door for his guest, Lin is the one distracted by those gifts.
How perfect. He has quite the sweet tooth, and he loves older books. There are piles of books around his apartment, which he really should organize at some point.]
I'm not mad at all. Especially when you brought such thoughtful gifts.
[With a grin, he takes the plate of cannolis to the kitchen, leaving Kojiro to find a place to set down the book.]
I'll save these for later. [He turns his attention back to Kojiro, unabashedly eyeing him up and down.]
For now, I can't get that video you sent me out of my mind.
While waiting, Lin also takes the opportunity to shower. And just to see Kojiro's reaction, he redresses with a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else- not even underwear beneath the sweats. But when he opens the door for his guest, Lin is the one distracted by those gifts.
How perfect. He has quite the sweet tooth, and he loves older books. There are piles of books around his apartment, which he really should organize at some point.]
I'm not mad at all. Especially when you brought such thoughtful gifts.
[With a grin, he takes the plate of cannolis to the kitchen, leaving Kojiro to find a place to set down the book.]
I'll save these for later. [He turns his attention back to Kojiro, unabashedly eyeing him up and down.]
For now, I can't get that video you sent me out of my mind.
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Yeah fair, he is
I could totally start working out at home and maybe you could actually catch it if you ever rolled outta bed before noon
Yeah fair, he is
I could totally start working out at home and maybe you could actually catch it if you ever rolled outta bed before noon
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Dude what exactly is unrealistic about that? People are hookin up constantly at S
We can totally make that happen
Dude what exactly is unrealistic about that? People are hookin up constantly at S
We can totally make that happen
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[ All told, Kaoru could probably find his way to Kojiro's apartment with his eyes closed. It's above Sia la Luce, up a set of inconspicuous stairs on the side of the building. Cozy, if small, but it suits Kojiro despite the size, and it's not like he's home enough to need much space anyway. He's never found a reason to complain about something this convenient.
Five minutes, Kaoru says. It barely gives Kojiro enough time to lock up the restaurant and get his ass into the shower, but he refuses to greet anyone stinking like garlic and kitchen, least of all Kaoru. Is he still in the shower when Kaoru arrives? Yes. He absolutely is. But they've been friends -- with some varying degrees of painful distance -- for something like two decades. It's not like Kojiro's shy around him. Not like it's anything Kaoru hasn't seen before in their high school locker room. Not like it matters.
Be out in a minute. Pour a glass for yourself if you want. They're next to the stove. Kojiro calls out when he hears the door. And hopefully, Kaoru will crack open a bottle for himself, but Kojiro wouldn't put it past him to wait, purely out of spite. But he hurries the rest along, and when he wanders out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Kaoru can see he's only bothered dressing in a pair of loose suteteko and the towel around his shoulders. The scent of his soap practically floods the apartment as soon as the door's open; earthy, musky, subtle. ]
Why the hell do you have to be drunk for this conversation? [ Kojiro asks, and greets Kaoru with only a quirked brow as he makes his way to the kitchenette.
Kojiro refuses to get his hopes up. So maybe he needs a little bit of numb to get through this conversation too. ]
[ All told, Kaoru could probably find his way to Kojiro's apartment with his eyes closed. It's above Sia la Luce, up a set of inconspicuous stairs on the side of the building. Cozy, if small, but it suits Kojiro despite the size, and it's not like he's home enough to need much space anyway. He's never found a reason to complain about something this convenient.
Five minutes, Kaoru says. It barely gives Kojiro enough time to lock up the restaurant and get his ass into the shower, but he refuses to greet anyone stinking like garlic and kitchen, least of all Kaoru. Is he still in the shower when Kaoru arrives? Yes. He absolutely is. But they've been friends -- with some varying degrees of painful distance -- for something like two decades. It's not like Kojiro's shy around him. Not like it's anything Kaoru hasn't seen before in their high school locker room. Not like it matters.
Be out in a minute. Pour a glass for yourself if you want. They're next to the stove. Kojiro calls out when he hears the door. And hopefully, Kaoru will crack open a bottle for himself, but Kojiro wouldn't put it past him to wait, purely out of spite. But he hurries the rest along, and when he wanders out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Kaoru can see he's only bothered dressing in a pair of loose suteteko and the towel around his shoulders. The scent of his soap practically floods the apartment as soon as the door's open; earthy, musky, subtle. ]
Why the hell do you have to be drunk for this conversation? [ Kojiro asks, and greets Kaoru with only a quirked brow as he makes his way to the kitchenette.
Kojiro refuses to get his hopes up. So maybe he needs a little bit of numb to get through this conversation too. ]
[Of course, he knows exactly where he's going. He more or less treats it like his own home when he's here, especially since it's so often right after a long day of work when he just wants to let his guard all the way down and throw all formalities out the window.
Kojiro is putting a bit of a damper on that at the moment, with whatever this act is where he feels like he needs to rush off and shower the second he hears Kaoru is coming. honestly, aren't they both supposed to be off the clock?
He does give in and pour two glasses of wine to at least have something to do, being a little more generous with his own portion. He's already a little buzzed on shochu, so it's easier than ever to settle in like he belongs here.
...There is a slight suspicion that crosses his mind, though, right around the time Kojiro wanders into the room wearing even less than usual. He narrows his eyes, and instead of answering that loaded question, he immediately deflects.]
If I find out you snuck some girl out of here two minutes before I arrived, I'm going to kill you in your sleep.
Kojiro is putting a bit of a damper on that at the moment, with whatever this act is where he feels like he needs to rush off and shower the second he hears Kaoru is coming. honestly, aren't they both supposed to be off the clock?
He does give in and pour two glasses of wine to at least have something to do, being a little more generous with his own portion. He's already a little buzzed on shochu, so it's easier than ever to settle in like he belongs here.
...There is a slight suspicion that crosses his mind, though, right around the time Kojiro wanders into the room wearing even less than usual. He narrows his eyes, and instead of answering that loaded question, he immediately deflects.]
If I find out you snuck some girl out of here two minutes before I arrived, I'm going to kill you in your sleep.
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