[He protests, dropping his hand. He looks vaguely horrified. Not like deep bad horror just. Even if he's still not sure Crow is right what if it's true. I mean it seems impossible but what a thought. He'd die.]
You can't be telling me other people like me like that like it's not news, I literally just started dating you ten minutes ago, Crow!
[He just. Sighs. What has he gotten himself into? Except it's a good thought. It's exciting, because if any relationship is gonna be a challenge in ways he can't possibly predict, but rewarding and meaningful too, it's got to be Crow.
He smiles a little, and leans down to give Crow a soft, closed mouth peck on the lips, still feeling like it's way too thrilling even doing that much.]
[The chaste peck is way more embarrassing than the makeout from last night, honestly. Where does Rean get off being so cute?
Crow can see the end of his life drawing near. But for now there's food, so reluctantly he gets out of Rean's lap and stands up.]
If you insist.
[He will be good and they will go eat. And he'll continue to be good, because Rean being comfortable and happy is important and as much of a dickbag as Crow can be on certain subjects, this is not one of them. After all, Rean is... well. The center of his world, now, pretty much. The person he owes everything to, no matter what Rean thinks about the idea. So he's not going to make him unhappy over something as silly as the difference in their comfort levels with physical affection.
He is real fuckin thirsty though. He just keeps it to himself and his own private time. But he survives a few days of normalcy, and on Rean's next day off he survives the first "date". It is in fact a really cute date, eating out and walking around the shops and, after some time, stopping to sit in the park. They're there now, enjoying summer ice cream and the peaceful scenery of a town no longer under stress.]
[Honestly Rean is on cloud nine. He still has no idea how to date but he's happy and the days before their first date he's kind of spending all his free time with Crow anyway.
It's not terribly different from before yet, except sometimes it involves Rean touching Crow's hair or kissing him lightly.
The date makes Rean pretty happy, just to spend time with someone he likes, on an actual date. He's been kind of working up the nerve to go for hand holding but hasn't, yet, psyched himself up to it.
He thinks he'll be ready after the ice cream. Sugar induced mental strength.
Basically Crow is going die a slow death of dehydration.
Anyway Rean leans back with his ice cream, looking at Crow curiously.]
[He's still a little bit convinced it's some long strange hallucination he's having as he dies. But if it is, that's okay. It doesn't matter if it's not real -- he's experiencing it, anyway. Even if he's really dying, he just hopes his brain can stretch it out as far as possible.
What matters is the look on Rean's face. Being the center of his attention, at least for awhile. Crow shrugs, smiles, and leans sideways to flop against Rean. He's not pushing boundaries but he is not gonna hide his desire to be close at this point.]
Good. I'd be pretty upset if you weren't by this point.
[Okay Rean, this is the time. This is the perfect opportunity. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT.
Since Crow is leaning on him it makes it easy to (as casually as possible) drop his free hand and find Crow's, tangling their fingers.
He's blushing and deliberately not looking at Crow as he takes a bite of ice cream, and then winces because he's nervous and the bite was too big and cold.
[He's also wiping some ice cream off of Rean's face with his thumb, and sticking his thumb in his mouth. He's not trying to be flirty with it, it's just ice cream. If he'd wanted to be flirty he would have done much worse. But it's still... it's still wiping ice cream off Rean's face and sticking his fingers in his mouth so.]
[Rean isn't like, immune to sexy things by any stretch. So obviously he's staring a little too intently. That's unfairly attractive, and his cheeks heat hard because he's having a lot of impulses and most of them are lewd. Like stealing Crow's fingers to lick in revenge.
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Crow...
[If that's true he's going to die.]
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[He protests, dropping his hand. He looks vaguely horrified. Not like deep bad horror just. Even if he's still not sure Crow is right what if it's true. I mean it seems impossible but what a thought. He'd die.]
You can't be telling me other people like me like that like it's not news, I literally just started dating you ten minutes ago, Crow!
[Now he's huffing. Calm down Rean!]
Even if you were right it doesn't matter.
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I can't believe you really didn't notice any of them! I mean, Laura's probably as clueless as you but Alisa?
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[He protests?? Look he's. He's dumb.]
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But your purity is cute, so I'll let it slide.
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...Crow...
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[Look at this cheeky face Rean. This is the guy you decided to date.]
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He smiles a little, and leans down to give Crow a soft, closed mouth peck on the lips, still feeling like it's way too thrilling even doing that much.]
We should eat dinner.
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Crow can see the end of his life drawing near. But for now there's food, so reluctantly he gets out of Rean's lap and stands up.]
If you insist.
[He will be good and they will go eat. And he'll continue to be good, because Rean being comfortable and happy is important and as much of a dickbag as Crow can be on certain subjects, this is not one of them. After all, Rean is... well. The center of his world, now, pretty much. The person he owes everything to, no matter what Rean thinks about the idea. So he's not going to make him unhappy over something as silly as the difference in their comfort levels with physical affection.
He is real fuckin thirsty though. He just keeps it to himself and his own private time. But he survives a few days of normalcy, and on Rean's next day off he survives the first "date". It is in fact a really cute date, eating out and walking around the shops and, after some time, stopping to sit in the park. They're there now, enjoying summer ice cream and the peaceful scenery of a town no longer under stress.]
Hmm... It's still weird.
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[Honestly Rean is on cloud nine. He still has no idea how to date but he's happy and the days before their first date he's kind of spending all his free time with Crow anyway.
It's not terribly different from before yet, except sometimes it involves Rean touching Crow's hair or kissing him lightly.
The date makes Rean pretty happy, just to spend time with someone he likes, on an actual date. He's been kind of working up the nerve to go for hand holding but hasn't, yet, psyched himself up to it.
He thinks he'll be ready after the ice cream. Sugar induced mental strength.
Basically Crow is going die a slow death of dehydration.
Anyway Rean leans back with his ice cream, looking at Crow curiously.]
What is?
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[He's still a little bit convinced it's some long strange hallucination he's having as he dies. But if it is, that's okay. It doesn't matter if it's not real -- he's experiencing it, anyway. Even if he's really dying, he just hopes his brain can stretch it out as far as possible.
What matters is the look on Rean's face. Being the center of his attention, at least for awhile. Crow shrugs, smiles, and leans sideways to flop against Rean. He's not pushing boundaries but he is not gonna hide his desire to be close at this point.]
I'm cool with it, though.
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[Okay Rean, this is the time. This is the perfect opportunity. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT.
Since Crow is leaning on him it makes it easy to (as casually as possible) drop his free hand and find Crow's, tangling their fingers.
He's blushing and deliberately not looking at Crow as he takes a bite of ice cream, and then winces because he's nervous and the bite was too big and cold.
Not entirely smooth. But he tried.]
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[He squeezes Rean's hand, lightly, grinning at the obvious nerves.]
And you're cute when you blush, so how could I complain?
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You're such a flirt. You better not complain though.
[Since you're stuck with him.]
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[He's just watching Rean's face. Enjoying the reactions. It's the best part of this maybe-fake life.]
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I'm sure you could find something. It's not like I'm perfect.
[And to illustrate he's gonna lean over and steal some of Crow's ice cream.]
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[Crow says with open affection, before shoving his ice cream right into Rean's face when he goes for it.]
I, on the other hand, am a proud miscreant.
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[He sputters, but he's also laughing. And now he's covered in ice cream. Save him.]
That's cold.
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[He's also wiping some ice cream off of Rean's face with his thumb, and sticking his thumb in his mouth. He's not trying to be flirty with it, it's just ice cream. If he'd wanted to be flirty he would have done much worse. But it's still... it's still wiping ice cream off Rean's face and sticking his fingers in his mouth so.]
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He's going to die.]
Crow...
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Yeah, honeycakes?
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[Oh. Oh it's on now. He may be blushing but his tone is dry.]
You missed a spot, sweetie.
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[Okay 1. turning it on him is unfair but 2. he's just going to have to up the ante now, or else let Rean beat him in blush-causing antics.]
Guess I did.
[So, y'know. He licks Rean's face.]
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CROW!
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