[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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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. ]