[ Instantly, Langa's nose is hit with the scent of garlic and he feels himself relaxing. Food has always been something that easily takes his mind off of other things, a simple joy to indulge in without any need to strategize or compete or impress. He may enjoy being plied with food and complimented on his appetite, but it was nowhere near the level of seeking praise and resulting pressure that came with skating—maybe just a small effect of it.
At first he drifts towards Joe's voice and the tantalizing smells wafting towards him along with it, but the mention of locks and Cherry send him straight back to the front door. The thought of anyone bursting in on his time with Joe, no matter how innocent they may look sharing a meal or watching a movie, makes his stomach flop around even as it growls with hunger. Butterflies join the somewhat nauseating mix when Joe admits that he wants them to be alone and Langa doesn't know how he's going to handle a night of up-close and personal charm that he's seen work on women from a distance. ]
He spends a lot of time around here? [ There's sort of a question within a question, something he's been curious about for a while considering what he's observered of Joe and Cherry's friendship. They're definitely close enough to bicker a lot, but with the new information that Joe is interested in men and the assumption that Cherry is as well, then... Well, Langa can be slow on the uptake, but some conclusions are easy to jump to.
Door locked, both on the handle and the deadbolt just to be safe, Langa returns to his casual exploration of the apartment. It fits what he'd imagined of a space belonging to a man like Joe down to the workout space and simplicity. Langa takes a seat on the couch without thinking about whether or not he should wait to be invited to sit there and sighs a bit as he sinks in to the soft cradle of cushions. ]
A drink? [ He reaches for the remote on a low coffee table and turns the system on so he can navigate to Netflix and start scrolling through the forever intimidatingly broad range of choices offered to him. He hesitates to answer for a second, wondering if Joe means alcohol, and decides that even if he does, it isn't something he shouldn't add to this already difficult equation. ] Coke if you have it.
[ Thankfully, Kojiro's too distracted in the kitchen to catch the implication in that question about Kaoru. Not a can of worms he wants to open tonight; not with Langa, and definitely not when it's supposed to be a nice dinner, Netflix, hookup, whatever. There's a whole moral wrapped up in it somewhere; some kind of aged wisdom about self-esteem and taking shots while you have the chance, and Langa straight-up does not need to hear it. ]
But yeah, we've been friends for like two decades, so we've kinda got an open door policy.
[ But Kaoru sure as hell knows what a locked door means.
Fuck. Maybe he should've ordered pizza. Probably would've been less messy. Whatever. Kojiro's used to the whole plate-balancing act, and he manages to get their dinner out to the coffee table -- drinks and all -- in one trip. ]
You look nice. Don't think I've ever seen you this casual before.
[ The feeling is probably entirely mutual, because Kojiro's aversion to shirts absolutely extends to his home life, and that's abundantly clear now that he's out of the kitchen. His hair is still damp, curling slightly as it dries into messy waves, and he's elected to wear only a pair of loose gray lounge pants that look as if they're suffering through the effort of staying on his hips. Ostensibly, this is nothing new. Langa's seen his S costume, and it doesn't leave much less to the imagination.
But even faced with the Kobayashi Maru of Joe's abs and chicken parm, Kojiro knows what he's placing bets on for Langa. ]
[ Langa muses on that and then stops himself because the fact that Joe is old enough so have a friend for that long—longer than Langa himself has been alive—is not something to be thinking about. There is an obvious age gap between them, but neither of them seem to care about it much, if at all. Still, it gives him hope for being able to remain friends with Reki for a long time even if they hadn't met at such a young age.
When he notices Joe coming in with every plate and glass he stands up to grab what he can before anything falls. His mind catches up with his body a second later when he takes in how incredibly and effortlessly handsome Joe looks. By this point, Langa is certain that the number of times he's seen Joe shirtless outnumber those he's seen him fully clothed, but it still hits him low in the gut. Joe is shirtless for him this time, in the comfort of his own home, and with the possibility of sex on the table. These facts are only highlighted by the gray pants that do nothing to hide the fact that Langa is pretty certain it's the only layer of fabric on his entire body.
Swallowing thickly, he crumples back down to sit on the couch without helping as originally intended. ] You look... I feel too dressed up now.
[ It's such an easy tone for something so smooth. Langa hasn't been on the receiving end of this before; of Kojiro's off-handed flirting, slipping into any space he's given room, but treated like an inconsequential extension of the conversation. It's a stark reminder that, hell, this is what makes people swoon. This is why Kojiro's got a gorgeous woman decorating each arm every night. Because he's warm, safe, but effortlessly aggressive. And maybe that's a lot to lay on Langa all at once, but Kojiro doesn't seem concerned.
Kojiro has a hunch about Langa; it formed after their beef, and he's looking to test it out tonight. Hunch being: the boy is adaptable. He can handle the unexpected. He thinks on his feet. And that's sparked a certain curiosity in Kojiro, just to see exactly how that translates to the bedroom.
But that'll come later, maybe. If Langa's even comfortable with it. For now, Kojiro takes a seat beside Langa, and nudges the remote toward him. Langa still has a job here; Kojiro's tucking in to dinner. ]
[ Just stupid in general, actually, because he hadn't meant to really say that out loud. The thought of removing his shirt just to sit next to Joe feels like the quickest way to reveal that he is far below his league, a damning juxtaposition. Langa's body is lean, the basic lines of muscle defined, but nothing like Joe's impressive and tanned pecs and abs. It certainly doesn't help when he's such a smooth talker, effortlessly sexy in both body and mind. Langa's sort of starting to wonder if he'll be able to survive this evening if it even gets to the point of anything happening between them.
But the thing is that he is adaptable, too. If there's anything that will rev up Langa's ability, it's a challenge he wants to rise to. So he waits for Joe to settle onto the couch and then shifts closer until their thighs are touching. ]
And I'll get cold, so let me warm up next to you first.
[ He can't look at Joe as he says it, but maybe that will help add to the effect since he's focused on the television. None of the movies have registered in his mind for the past three categories he's scrolled through, so he goes back up to the top and picks something in Joe's existing list. It's safe, and he's not really going to be thinking about the movie anyways as he puts down the remote, picks up the plate, and digs in.]
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At first he drifts towards Joe's voice and the tantalizing smells wafting towards him along with it, but the mention of locks and Cherry send him straight back to the front door. The thought of anyone bursting in on his time with Joe, no matter how innocent they may look sharing a meal or watching a movie, makes his stomach flop around even as it growls with hunger. Butterflies join the somewhat nauseating mix when Joe admits that he wants them to be alone and Langa doesn't know how he's going to handle a night of up-close and personal charm that he's seen work on women from a distance. ]
He spends a lot of time around here? [ There's sort of a question within a question, something he's been curious about for a while considering what he's observered of Joe and Cherry's friendship. They're definitely close enough to bicker a lot, but with the new information that Joe is interested in men and the assumption that Cherry is as well, then... Well, Langa can be slow on the uptake, but some conclusions are easy to jump to.
Door locked, both on the handle and the deadbolt just to be safe, Langa returns to his casual exploration of the apartment. It fits what he'd imagined of a space belonging to a man like Joe down to the workout space and simplicity. Langa takes a seat on the couch without thinking about whether or not he should wait to be invited to sit there and sighs a bit as he sinks in to the soft cradle of cushions. ]
A drink? [ He reaches for the remote on a low coffee table and turns the system on so he can navigate to Netflix and start scrolling through the forever intimidatingly broad range of choices offered to him. He hesitates to answer for a second, wondering if Joe means alcohol, and decides that even if he does, it isn't something he shouldn't add to this already difficult equation. ] Coke if you have it.
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[ Thankfully, Kojiro's too distracted in the kitchen to catch the implication in that question about Kaoru. Not a can of worms he wants to open tonight; not with Langa, and definitely not when it's supposed to be a nice dinner, Netflix, hookup, whatever. There's a whole moral wrapped up in it somewhere; some kind of aged wisdom about self-esteem and taking shots while you have the chance, and Langa straight-up does not need to hear it. ]
But yeah, we've been friends for like two decades, so we've kinda got an open door policy.
[ But Kaoru sure as hell knows what a locked door means.
Fuck. Maybe he should've ordered pizza. Probably would've been less messy. Whatever. Kojiro's used to the whole plate-balancing act, and he manages to get their dinner out to the coffee table -- drinks and all -- in one trip. ]
You look nice. Don't think I've ever seen you this casual before.
[ The feeling is probably entirely mutual, because Kojiro's aversion to shirts absolutely extends to his home life, and that's abundantly clear now that he's out of the kitchen. His hair is still damp, curling slightly as it dries into messy waves, and he's elected to wear only a pair of loose gray lounge pants that look as if they're suffering through the effort of staying on his hips. Ostensibly, this is nothing new. Langa's seen his S costume, and it doesn't leave much less to the imagination.
But even faced with the Kobayashi Maru of Joe's abs and chicken parm, Kojiro knows what he's placing bets on for Langa. ]
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When he notices Joe coming in with every plate and glass he stands up to grab what he can before anything falls. His mind catches up with his body a second later when he takes in how incredibly and effortlessly handsome Joe looks. By this point, Langa is certain that the number of times he's seen Joe shirtless outnumber those he's seen him fully clothed, but it still hits him low in the gut. Joe is shirtless for him this time, in the comfort of his own home, and with the possibility of sex on the table. These facts are only highlighted by the gray pants that do nothing to hide the fact that Langa is pretty certain it's the only layer of fabric on his entire body.
Swallowing thickly, he crumples back down to sit on the couch without helping as originally intended. ] You look... I feel too dressed up now.
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[ It's such an easy tone for something so smooth. Langa hasn't been on the receiving end of this before; of Kojiro's off-handed flirting, slipping into any space he's given room, but treated like an inconsequential extension of the conversation. It's a stark reminder that, hell, this is what makes people swoon. This is why Kojiro's got a gorgeous woman decorating each arm every night. Because he's warm, safe, but effortlessly aggressive. And maybe that's a lot to lay on Langa all at once, but Kojiro doesn't seem concerned.
Kojiro has a hunch about Langa; it formed after their beef, and he's looking to test it out tonight. Hunch being: the boy is adaptable. He can handle the unexpected. He thinks on his feet. And that's sparked a certain curiosity in Kojiro, just to see exactly how that translates to the bedroom.
But that'll come later, maybe. If Langa's even comfortable with it. For now, Kojiro takes a seat beside Langa, and nudges the remote toward him. Langa still has a job here; Kojiro's tucking in to dinner. ]
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[ Just stupid in general, actually, because he hadn't meant to really say that out loud. The thought of removing his shirt just to sit next to Joe feels like the quickest way to reveal that he is far below his league, a damning juxtaposition. Langa's body is lean, the basic lines of muscle defined, but nothing like Joe's impressive and tanned pecs and abs. It certainly doesn't help when he's such a smooth talker, effortlessly sexy in both body and mind. Langa's sort of starting to wonder if he'll be able to survive this evening if it even gets to the point of anything happening between them.
But the thing is that he is adaptable, too. If there's anything that will rev up Langa's ability, it's a challenge he wants to rise to. So he waits for Joe to settle onto the couch and then shifts closer until their thighs are touching. ]
And I'll get cold, so let me warm up next to you first.
[ He can't look at Joe as he says it, but maybe that will help add to the effect since he's focused on the television. None of the movies have registered in his mind for the past three categories he's scrolled through, so he goes back up to the top and picks something in Joe's existing list. It's safe, and he's not really going to be thinking about the movie anyways as he puts down the remote, picks up the plate, and digs in.]