[ yeah that's not happening reki is grabbing the first bumper going south and daredeviling his way back home an extra five minutes early. everyone loves the surprise chaos of barking pups and sneakers getting kicked across the landing and someone trying to sound off above it all: ]
[ Reki gets exactly two steps out of the genkan before he's assaulted. Never mind Lou jumping at him (and he always does, work in progress, he'll get the whole down thing eventually), Kojiro snags Reki by the waist practically out of nowhere to drag him into the kitchen. Then come the kisses, all over Reki's face, mouth, neck, all rapid-fire and obnoxiously saccharine.
And should he be cooking in nothing but suteteko? Absolutely fucking not, but he won't be dissuaded. Welcome home. ]
[ reki would disagree with that sentiment; there's so much warm skin to squeeze and sink into, and all of it looks about as delicious as the smells coming from the kitchen. practically paradise if they could just get lou to quit all that pouncing, but that doesn't stop reki from shining like a sun under all those kisses. ]
I'll take the credit. You're welcome. Wait—
[ there's no squirming out of kojiro's grasp—reki knows better by now—but he does manage to free a pocket and fish a hibiscus bloom from it. that's tucked behind kojiro's ear so reki can beam brightly at him. ]
[ Kojiro grins with all the cheese he can muster. ]
Aww. I've always wanted to be pretty. No more Butterface Joe, I've got a flower now.
[ Reki's cheek looks so biteable when he smiles. So he gets a bite, gentle, right next to his dimple, and Kojiro snarls just before he finally lets Reki go. ]
You good with meatball subs?
[ Lou's very good with meatball subs. He's following Kojiro back to the stove as soon as he notices the trajectory.]
[ he's just surrounded by wild animals out here, one clawing at the back of his legs and the other gnawing on his face. there won't be a single complaint from him, though; kojiro gets an even bigger smile and lou gets rewarded with the leftover bite of a meatball the second reki can snatch one up and huff it cool, ensuring the cycle of bad behavior will continue into perpetuity. ]
At this point I'm good with anything. Murder it with cheese for me, though.
[ eventually, he takes a break from snack-stealing to make himself useful and grab a few plates, but not before commenting: ]
Damn, maybe you shouldn't bring food to Ma's. This could start a rivalry.
Just dessert. Not dumb enough to try and one-up your mom in her own house.
[ Etiquette. You don't bring your own entrees to meet the boyfriend's folks. That way lies danger. Except, now that the thought's occurred to him, Kojiro's frozen solid over a saucepan full of meatballs -- saucy spoon in hand -- and deeply pondering why he's just realizing this now. That Reki's-- ]
Huh. Babe. You're my boyfriend.
[ This shouldn't be a revelation, shouldn't set a grin slowly crawling onto Kojiro's face. And yet-- ]
[ there's an extra layer of relief to the revelation for reki, the bonus euphoria of having most of his worst anxieties cured in a few words, and he folds himself right up against kojiro's back to sigh about it. ]
Yeah, for real.
[ it definitely feels too good to be true. the kisses he spreads across kojiro's back are soft and tentative. ]
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i need to move around a little anyway before i get stuck in permanent workbench posture
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I'll work out the kinks for you later
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shut up dont be laughing rn
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you don't have to answer me right now but just think about it
I know we joked around before but I could buy us a house
big tub with jets, couple extra bedrooms so you can have a workshop and I can have a gym
could be nice
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i mean like not a no tho
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Babe, got you somethin'.
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[ Reki gets exactly two steps out of the genkan before he's assaulted. Never mind Lou jumping at him (and he always does, work in progress, he'll get the whole down thing eventually), Kojiro snags Reki by the waist practically out of nowhere to drag him into the kitchen. Then come the kisses, all over Reki's face, mouth, neck, all rapid-fire and obnoxiously saccharine.
And should he be cooking in nothing but suteteko? Absolutely fucking not, but he won't be dissuaded. Welcome home. ]
Shit, it is kisses, thanks beautiful.
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I'll take the credit. You're welcome. Wait—
[ there's no squirming out of kojiro's grasp—reki knows better by now—but he does manage to free a pocket and fish a hibiscus bloom from it. that's tucked behind kojiro's ear so reki can beam brightly at him. ]
So pretty.
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Aww. I've always wanted to be pretty. No more Butterface Joe, I've got a flower now.
[ Reki's cheek looks so biteable when he smiles. So he gets a bite, gentle, right next to his dimple, and Kojiro snarls just before he finally lets Reki go. ]
You good with meatball subs?
[ Lou's very good with meatball subs. He's following Kojiro back to the stove as soon as he notices the trajectory.]
Parm? No parm?
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At this point I'm good with anything. Murder it with cheese for me, though.
[ eventually, he takes a break from snack-stealing to make himself useful and grab a few plates, but not before commenting: ]
Damn, maybe you shouldn't bring food to Ma's. This could start a rivalry.
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[ Etiquette. You don't bring your own entrees to meet the boyfriend's folks. That way lies danger. Except, now that the thought's occurred to him, Kojiro's frozen solid over a saucepan full of meatballs -- saucy spoon in hand -- and deeply pondering why he's just realizing this now. That Reki's-- ]
Huh. Babe. You're my boyfriend.
[ This shouldn't be a revelation, shouldn't set a grin slowly crawling onto Kojiro's face. And yet-- ]
Like, for real.
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Yeah, for real.
[ it definitely feels too good to be true. the kisses he spreads across kojiro's back are soft and tentative. ]
You're really okay with this?
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