You know how long these take to lace up? [ asura grouses, but the complaint is good natured as he sets the bags down to obligingly remove his boots. he sets them neatly off to one side, then heads over to unpack the groceries on the nearest flat surface. ]
I'm staying the night now that you've made me take my boots off, [ he announces as he pulls out mojito ingredients, a jar of ghost peppers, a small wrapped styrofoam tray of fresh ghost peppers, a gallon of the worst, cheapest, bottommost shelf of vodka, and a twelve pack of energy drinks.] I don't do laces while drunk.
[ he pauses, then wanders over to investigate what kojiro is doing. ]
...your place always smells good. I kinda thought living above a restaurant was stupid, but if you're not careful I just might move my sad ass in.
[ yeah, there is no way in hell kojiro's handling those things with his bare hands, though. he'll be grateful if they can get through cutting this shit without a chemical burn to their throats. he's pulling on latex gloves while asura lays out the groceries. ]
Whatever, just don't fuck up my Netflix queue. Kaoru watched Downton Abbey here once. Took me forever to get my reccs back to food and explosions.
[ the pie looks pristine on the pizza stone already. perfection, all from scratch; the dough is fresh and the cheese is hand-grated, all waiting to go into the oven. now, apparently, they just have to add a dash of murder fruit and the masterpiece will be complete. but kojiro's eying up the liquor while he starts slicing the fresh peppers. ]
[ asura doesn't answer the statement about staying the night in the event of having rebound sexcapades with is boots on, as it 1) doesn't feel worth addressing 2) kojiro pushed it out of his extremely short memory buffer for things he doesn't care about by following it up with two separate topics immediately after.
reaching over to the jar of ghost peppers, he fishes one out of the brine and pops it into his mouth whole, chomping down on it with a satisfying crunch. ]
I'm gonna put on Bridgerton while we fuck.
[ he licks his fingers. the pie is looking immaculate, but asura keeps his attention on the even tastier-looking snack in the room. ]
And I had 'em in my house, where else? Can't eat if it's not exciting. Well, I mean, I can, it's just not as good.
[ there's an iron stomach, and there's whatever the fuck asura must have to just touch a ghost pepper with his bare hands and eat it raw. kojiro's wide eyes and knit brow might look like horror on anyone with a weaker jawline; on him, it just looks like incredulity. he should argue; there's no way asura's actually expecting kojiro to let those hands or mouth anywhere near his dick now, right? but reason's getting bogged down under a quiet huff that's somewhere between laughter and a sigh.
fine. color him impressed. he tosses the sliced peppers onto the pizza, and tucks the stone into the oven. then and only then do the gloves come off. ]
Yeah fine, if I'm getting my dick seared off 'cause you decided to touch some devil-fruit first, might as well complete the torture with some regency porn, right?
[ kojiro crosses his arms and leans back against the counter, so he can finally fix asura with a gently critical stare. ]
So how do you want this to go? Any hard no's? Who's topping?
[ might as well sort it all out now. this ride only stops for emergencies. crying is not an emergency. ]
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I'm staying the night now that you've made me take my boots off, [ he announces as he pulls out mojito ingredients, a jar of ghost peppers, a small wrapped styrofoam tray of fresh ghost peppers, a gallon of the worst, cheapest, bottommost shelf of vodka, and a twelve pack of energy drinks.] I don't do laces while drunk.
[ he pauses, then wanders over to investigate what kojiro is doing. ]
...your place always smells good. I kinda thought living above a restaurant was stupid, but if you're not careful I just might move my sad ass in.
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[ yeah, there is no way in hell kojiro's handling those things with his bare hands, though. he'll be grateful if they can get through cutting this shit without a chemical burn to their throats. he's pulling on latex gloves while asura lays out the groceries. ]
Whatever, just don't fuck up my Netflix queue. Kaoru watched Downton Abbey here once. Took me forever to get my reccs back to food and explosions.
[ the pie looks pristine on the pizza stone already. perfection, all from scratch; the dough is fresh and the cheese is hand-grated, all waiting to go into the oven. now, apparently, they just have to add a dash of murder fruit and the masterpiece will be complete. but kojiro's eying up the liquor while he starts slicing the fresh peppers. ]
Where'd you even find a vat of lighter fluid?
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reaching over to the jar of ghost peppers, he fishes one out of the brine and pops it into his mouth whole, chomping down on it with a satisfying crunch. ]
I'm gonna put on Bridgerton while we fuck.
[ he licks his fingers. the pie is looking immaculate, but asura keeps his attention on the even tastier-looking snack in the room. ]
And I had 'em in my house, where else? Can't eat if it's not exciting. Well, I mean, I can, it's just not as good.
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[ there's an iron stomach, and there's whatever the fuck asura must have to just touch a ghost pepper with his bare hands and eat it raw. kojiro's wide eyes and knit brow might look like horror on anyone with a weaker jawline; on him, it just looks like incredulity. he should argue; there's no way asura's actually expecting kojiro to let those hands or mouth anywhere near his dick now, right? but reason's getting bogged down under a quiet huff that's somewhere between laughter and a sigh.
fine. color him impressed. he tosses the sliced peppers onto the pizza, and tucks the stone into the oven. then and only then do the gloves come off. ]
Yeah fine, if I'm getting my dick seared off 'cause you decided to touch some devil-fruit first, might as well complete the torture with some regency porn, right?
[ kojiro crosses his arms and leans back against the counter, so he can finally fix asura with a gently critical stare. ]
So how do you want this to go? Any hard no's? Who's topping?
[ might as well sort it all out now. this ride only stops for emergencies. crying is not an emergency. ]