[ Kojiro's almost finished cooking dinner by the time Kaoru's assuming himself into the apartment. As he does, and as Kaoru does. There's a sharp sizzling from the kitchen, and an absolutely mouthwatering aroma has permeated the entire house. And of course he's made enough to feed them both, because hardly a day goes by that Kaoru doesn't wander into either Sia la Luce or Kojiro's apartment expecting food, and Kojiro never disappoints.
There's also a full glass of sauvignon blanc on the table, ready and waiting for Kaoru to dive in. ]
Paella's almost ready, bread's on the table with your wine, cannoli for dessert.
But-- [ Kojiro's really good at multitasking; they can have this conversation while he's cooking, if Kaoru insists. ] That text didn't sound like a request.
[Kaoru moves to the table and takes up his glass before making his way into the kitchen and leaning back against the wall as he watches Kojiro work. He'll never admit it, but it's one of his favorite parts of the day.]
Is there any reason you shouldn't move in with me?
[ There's no reason they shouldn't live together. None whatsoever. But that doesn't mean Kojiro wouldn't appreciate some-- artifice. Isn't it almost like a proposal, after all? Not that expects Kaoru to take a knee and give him a ring, but a conversation about this would have been the ideal way to go about it.
But dinner's done, so Kojiro kills the burner, but he takes a few minutes to lean against the counter, arms crossed and jaw tight. ]
Isn't this some kinda major life-altering decision that we should have a conversation about before you just go throwing your weight around?
Technically it is a question. You can say no if you want.
[It wouldn't even change anything in the relationship. What would change it would be them moving in together.
Kaoru takes a drink of his wine and pushes off the wall.]
And I'm not throwing my weight around. I'm not you. I'm simply stating the next logical step. We feel the same so it's logical to live together before taking the next step.
[The next step in Kaoru's world being letting others know that this is a thing that's happening at all.]
'Kojiro, would you like to move in together?' That's a question. 'Live with me,' is a demand. Don't get it twisted, princess.
[ Kojiro's flustered. More flustered than Kaoru has seen him in a while, and that's saying something considering how on-edge he'd been during Kaoru's injury and recovery. But Kaoru knows him, and he's smart enough to work out that it's the content of this conversation that's got Kojiro worked up, rather than the method of delivery.
Because really, what did Kojiro expect? This is exactly how Kaoru would ask him to move in together, question or no.
Kojiro sighs, and goes about plating the food before he snaps again. ]
So how would we do this? [ He mumbles through the garnishing. ] Would I move in with you? You wanna come here? Should we find a new place?
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[Which is Cherry speak for him being a pile of goo on the floor.]
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So what are u gonna do about it
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That's mean
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[He was waiting for that.]
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Well?
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[ Kojiro's almost finished cooking dinner by the time Kaoru's assuming himself into the apartment. As he does, and as Kaoru does. There's a sharp sizzling from the kitchen, and an absolutely mouthwatering aroma has permeated the entire house. And of course he's made enough to feed them both, because hardly a day goes by that Kaoru doesn't wander into either Sia la Luce or Kojiro's apartment expecting food, and Kojiro never disappoints.
There's also a full glass of sauvignon blanc on the table, ready and waiting for Kaoru to dive in. ]
Paella's almost ready, bread's on the table with your wine, cannoli for dessert.
But-- [ Kojiro's really good at multitasking; they can have this conversation while he's cooking, if Kaoru insists. ] That text didn't sound like a request.
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[Kaoru moves to the table and takes up his glass before making his way into the kitchen and leaning back against the wall as he watches Kojiro work. He'll never admit it, but it's one of his favorite parts of the day.]
Is there any reason you shouldn't move in with me?
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[ There's no reason they shouldn't live together. None whatsoever. But that doesn't mean Kojiro wouldn't appreciate some-- artifice. Isn't it almost like a proposal, after all? Not that expects Kaoru to take a knee and give him a ring, but a conversation about this would have been the ideal way to go about it.
But dinner's done, so Kojiro kills the burner, but he takes a few minutes to lean against the counter, arms crossed and jaw tight. ]
Isn't this some kinda major life-altering decision that we should have a conversation about before you just go throwing your weight around?
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[It wouldn't even change anything in the relationship. What would change it would be them moving in together.
Kaoru takes a drink of his wine and pushes off the wall.]
And I'm not throwing my weight around. I'm not you. I'm simply stating the next logical step. We feel the same so it's logical to live together before taking the next step.
[The next step in Kaoru's world being letting others know that this is a thing that's happening at all.]
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[ Kojiro's flustered. More flustered than Kaoru has seen him in a while, and that's saying something considering how on-edge he'd been during Kaoru's injury and recovery. But Kaoru knows him, and he's smart enough to work out that it's the content of this conversation that's got Kojiro worked up, rather than the method of delivery.
Because really, what did Kojiro expect? This is exactly how Kaoru would ask him to move in together, question or no.
Kojiro sighs, and goes about plating the food before he snaps again. ]
So how would we do this? [ He mumbles through the garnishing. ] Would I move in with you? You wanna come here? Should we find a new place?
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