You get 'til noon and then I'm dragging you out of bed whether you like it or not.
[ Kojiro definitely never fucked her. If social media is anything to go by, she's been living with another lady classmate since graduation. Kojiro's probably not an avenue she's ever been interested in pursuing. That's part of what makes this so safe. An added avenue of (just possibly) being a little more out than normal, even with a former classmate. ]
I'll call Kobayashi tonight to get everything scheduled. Maybe she can start looking for us, if I give her an idea of what we want. Want me to send you links?
I have to eat something. Of course I'll be up by then.
[Not that he hasn't slept in past noon before. More than once. In recent memory. But if anything can get him out of bed before the whole day is gone, it's definitely food.]
Sure. I'll look, too. Nothing from that crooked reality group that keeps trying to get me to sell the studio, obviously.
[Kaoru finds that Kojiro's macho act is a lot more tolerable when he's talking about taking out hits on Kaoru's enemies. He doesn't even roll his eyes.]
I don't see why they have to be steel, specifically. Reinforced concrete or fibre-enforced polymer would probably do the job as well, so let's not limit ourselves.
[He rolls onto his side and closes his mind, trying to picture it. A place that's theirs... when he thinks about it in such specific terms, it's really hard to keep his pulse under control.]
I want a balcony.
[Like the one at the place they stayed in LA, where they watched the sunset, and all of the chaos of the day seemed to dim into the cold streets below them.]
[He peeks his eyes open, and gets hit full force with all of that sappy mushy sentimentality. Built like a boulder but all marshmallow inside, that Kojiro. It makes Kaoru want to prod at his soft, squishy centre.]
[He ghosts a finger around one corner of the screen. He feels… impatient. They should be living together right now. They should have done this ages ago.]
[ And truly, he does. He's been carrying Kaoru around the apartment while he's getting ready to head down for dinner prep, and as much as he'd love to drop everything and head right over to Kaoru, it's just not in the cards for tonight.
He props the phone up against a lamp on his bedside table, ostensibly so they can still talk while he's dressing. But they're so comfortable around each other at this point, he doesn't think much of peeling off his shirt and dropping his shorts while the call carries on. Then he's wandering the bedroom in nothing but briefs, collecting clean pieces of his uniform from various bureaus to lay out on the bed. ]
Uhh, what else? You care what it looks like? I don't really care, but I know you lean more traditional. But I want an air conditioner, especially if we're gonna be right on the beach.
What about a tub with jets? ...I guess we can add stuff later, though.
[Once upon a time, Kaoru had built up a decent immunity to seeing Kojiro in various states of undress. He’d had to, as a matter of self-preservation. He became very skilled at channeling nothing but aloof irritation at the sight.
But, well, that was before he had intimate knowledge of what it feels like to run his hands over all that sunkissed skin. Before he associated the sight with mindblowing pleasure.
The irritation is only a low background hum now, and he can easily ignore it by taking a screenshot or two. Or a dozen.]
Right. Sure.
[He has no idea what he’s agreeing to. Something about a jet? That seems like a bit much, but whatever.]
[ Oblivious. Kojiro is oblivious. Right up until the realization hits that A) Kaoru sounds totally distracted, and B) that response answered none of his questions. But he doesn't acknowledge it. Not entirely. Instead, he carefully unrolls his belt. ]
Babe?
[ His forearm flexes around a grip on the buckle, looped once around his hand before he snaps the end against the floor with a sharp crack. ]
You coming over tonight before S?
[ Not really a question either. Not when he's smirking at the camera like that. ]
[He can’t be sure if it’s the sudden loud sound or the word “coming” that snaps him out of his distraction. Neither of those is exactly a non-embarrassing option.
He scowls. Or maybe pouts. His face is definitely doing something.]
[ Absolutely does not realize what he's getting himself into. But he's finally dressing, at least. Slacks first, belt, tee, then coat. And when he's finally dressed, Kojiro leans down to grin into the camera. ]
[He blurts it out before he can really think it through... and then finds that he doesn't really know how to follow it up. So he's just left there staring t the screen, slightly flushed with his brows furrowed in frustration as he searches for any valid reason to keep Kojiro just a moment longer.]
[ Kojiro tips his head a little. Kaoru's all flustered, about to implode. Cute, but sure does look like he could use something to argue about right now. ]
Forget about dinner if you're not coming over here. I'm not bringing bolognese on the bike again.
[Yes, good call. This is exactly what he needed--an excuse to be demanding and focus on something other than the fact that he can't bodily throw himself at Kojiro right now.]
Send me a list and I'll pick up the ingredients. It won't kill you to use an induction cooktop once in your life.
The cans look exactly the same! Someone else's bad branding choices are not my fault!
[Also that was fucking years ago! But he's not about to bring that up and lose the leverage of pulling things from the past himself when it serves him.]
I'll get fresh ones and you can make them into whatever consistency you need.
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[ Kojiro definitely never fucked her. If social media is anything to go by, she's been living with another lady classmate since graduation. Kojiro's probably not an avenue she's ever been interested in pursuing. That's part of what makes this so safe. An added avenue of (just possibly) being a little more out than normal, even with a former classmate. ]
I'll call Kobayashi tonight to get everything scheduled. Maybe she can start looking for us, if I give her an idea of what we want. Want me to send you links?
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[Not that he hasn't slept in past noon before. More than once. In recent memory. But if anything can get him out of bed before the whole day is gone, it's definitely food.]
Sure. I'll look, too. Nothing from that crooked reality group that keeps trying to get me to sell the studio, obviously.
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[ Kojiro rolls his shoulders, twists his head a bit to crack his neck. Just to underline his point. ]
So. Three bedrooms. Two bathrooms. Big tub. Decent kitchen. Steel support beams to tie me to. What else are we looking for?
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I don't see why they have to be steel, specifically. Reinforced concrete or fibre-enforced polymer would probably do the job as well, so let's not limit ourselves.
[He rolls onto his side and closes his mind, trying to picture it. A place that's theirs... when he thinks about it in such specific terms, it's really hard to keep his pulse under control.]
I want a balcony.
[Like the one at the place they stayed in LA, where they watched the sunset, and all of the chaos of the day seemed to dim into the cold streets below them.]
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[ Kojiro's smile is saccharine. Just dripping sentiment. But at least he's hopping on the train of thought without Kaoru having to explain himself. ]
Let's just get something beachfront, at that point.
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[He peeks his eyes open, and gets hit full force with all of that sappy mushy sentimentality. Built like a boulder but all marshmallow inside, that Kojiro. It makes Kaoru want to prod at his soft, squishy centre.]
That sounds perfect.
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[ Is he still taking about the house? ]
We actually agreeing on something for once?
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[He ghosts a finger around one corner of the screen. He feels… impatient. They should be living together right now. They should have done this ages ago.]
You’re… far. You’re all the way over there.
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[ And truly, he does. He's been carrying Kaoru around the apartment while he's getting ready to head down for dinner prep, and as much as he'd love to drop everything and head right over to Kaoru, it's just not in the cards for tonight.
He props the phone up against a lamp on his bedside table, ostensibly so they can still talk while he's dressing. But they're so comfortable around each other at this point, he doesn't think much of peeling off his shirt and dropping his shorts while the call carries on. Then he's wandering the bedroom in nothing but briefs, collecting clean pieces of his uniform from various bureaus to lay out on the bed. ]
Uhh, what else? You care what it looks like? I don't really care, but I know you lean more traditional. But I want an air conditioner, especially if we're gonna be right on the beach.
What about a tub with jets? ...I guess we can add stuff later, though.
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But, well, that was before he had intimate knowledge of what it feels like to run his hands over all that sunkissed skin. Before he associated the sight with mindblowing pleasure.
The irritation is only a low background hum now, and he can easily ignore it by taking a screenshot or two. Or a dozen.]
Right. Sure.
[He has no idea what he’s agreeing to. Something about a jet? That seems like a bit much, but whatever.]
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Babe?
[ His forearm flexes around a grip on the buckle, looped once around his hand before he snaps the end against the floor with a sharp crack. ]
You coming over tonight before S?
[ Not really a question either. Not when he's smirking at the camera like that. ]
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He scowls. Or maybe pouts. His face is definitely doing something.]
No. I want you to come here.
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[ Absolutely does not realize what he's getting himself into. But he's finally dressing, at least. Slacks first, belt, tee, then coat. And when he's finally dressed, Kojiro leans down to grin into the camera. ]
Gotta go, beautiful. See you soon.
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[He blurts it out before he can really think it through... and then finds that he doesn't really know how to follow it up. So he's just left there staring t the screen, slightly flushed with his brows furrowed in frustration as he searches for any valid reason to keep Kojiro just a moment longer.]
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[ Kojiro tips his head a little. Kaoru's all flustered, about to implode. Cute, but sure does look like he could use something to argue about right now. ]
Forget about dinner if you're not coming over here. I'm not bringing bolognese on the bike again.
[ That's a lie. He absolutely would. ]
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[Yes, good call. This is exactly what he needed--an excuse to be demanding and focus on something other than the fact that he can't bodily throw himself at Kojiro right now.]
Send me a list and I'll pick up the ingredients. It won't kill you to use an induction cooktop once in your life.
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[Also that was fucking years ago! But he's not about to bring that up and lose the leverage of pulling things from the past himself when it serves him.]
I'll get fresh ones and you can make them into whatever consistency you need.
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[ Very obviously they're just arguing for the sake of arguing now, but Kaoru looks more in his element, and that's all that matters. ]
Do you even remember what basil leaves look like?
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[He looks supremely satisfied with himself. This is easy data to memorise, okay. Don't test him.]
You should be going, if there's nothing else. You don't want to be late.
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Fine. I'm going. See you later tonight--
[ Kojiro leans close to the camera, lopsided grin and lids heavy, and his voice is so low Kaoru can practically feel it in his gut when he murmurs: ]
Master.
[ Before he winks, and ends the call. ]