i have cut to the feeling on repeat

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[Scene: two losers go to a shopping mall, because Daichi was wandering around looking disappointed in himself yet again and Joe has Better Ideas Than That. Daichi can't remember if he was actually asked if he wanted to be here, or if he was simply dragged along for the ride again and couldn't refuse once they were already at the mall. Joe just happens so much at once, despite all of Daichi's half-hearted complaining, so... here they are.

At the mall. Daichi is, at least, not sulking about whatever he was feeling inadequate about before. Instead:]

Man, my feet hurt... [Here, he affects his best (worst) Joe Voice:] Let's go shopping, Daichi! It'll be fun! —It's been nearly three hours and all we have to show for it is one magazine. C'mon, you could have done this without me.

[This menace... Why is he here, Joe? Why??]

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[Daichi is a good wingman, okay? From a distance, where Yamato can't glare at him.

Anyway, they can head out, and they'll make it out of the place before Daichi remembers his one kind of, almost smooth move-] Wait, I said this was my treat. Joe! You did it again!

[menace??!!]

[armanyo]

[ HE WAS HOPING YOU'D FORGET.

he just smirks, looking over the top of his glasses to the teen beside him. ]

Did what again?

[ look, he's going to just lightly pat you on the back as they walk??? ]

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[No?? Let him have this one thing, he's going to get all matter-of-pride about it soon.]

You know what you did! Can't believe I got tricked thanks to this probably toxic soda...

[grumble mumble show him your place, joe]

[armanyo]

[ oh, he will show you his place all right. with burgers and fries involved. yeah! ]

Wouldn't say toxic. Maybe grease-eating?

[ he isn't sure. he isn't a man of science. either way, he's going to continue leading them to his apartment which all things considered isn't too far away. ]

We should get a recording of Yams trying it.

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[Yeah, let him get all up in that place. With fast food.]

If it can burn grease off dishes, it's just as bad. And what are we going to do, sneak in and hide around the corner? There's probably... super secret private Yamato security.

[Like alarms at his feet at all times!!]

[armanyo]

[ how romantic. ]

Nope! No need! We'll have our own cameraman.

[ he means hibiki. take one for the team, bunny. take one for the team and capture this glorious moment on camera?! but what if yamato likes it. what if that twisted man enjoys this diabetes causing concoction? ]

Here we are! There's no place like home~ [ STOP SINGING. ]

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Just how many things are we going to ask him to do...?

[Poor Hibs, stuck with these losers. Just kidding, he'll make a fucking AMV out of it, no doubt.

But here they are... Joe's... apartment. Fast food is getting way more personal. Be gentle, he's never been to another man's apartment to eat fries before.]

[armanyo]

[ there's something poetic about eating fries and ... meat at another man's place?

either way, joe jostles around for his keys once they're at his apartment and he unlocks the door. using his foot, he nudges it open and heads inside with the bags of food.

of course, the place is a lot clearner and more modern than the mess known as joe. it's pretty fancy for a guy that orders suits from overseas? anyways, he heads to the kitchen to grab a few plates and napkins. ]

Mi casa as You Casa.

[ JOE..... ]

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[Look, Daichi lives with his parents, so anything not a total dump would have been really impressive. But this is, like, actually impressive? Like Joe is actually a real person with a job that he goes to and makes money to afford this apartment??

Surely there's a catch. Daichi stops to wiggle off his shoes politely and, uh- well he just leaves Joe's hat on an end table or something, then follows after him to the kitchen. A Nice kitchen. What the hell.]

I don't think that's how it goes, dude.

[armanyo]

Sure it does!

[ no, it doesn't. he begins unpacking the food and setting it out on the kitchen's island, humming to himself some tune or another. when he's done, he pulls up one of the bar stools drops his elbows to the counter. ]

Maaan, it's been forever since I've had meat.

[ god save the queen. ]

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Uh huh... [Keep believing, Joe. Now what the hell should he do with this wacky drink... put it in the fridge...?? He's doing that, maybe eyeing whatever Adult With A Job food is in there for an extra second. Hmm. Hmmmm.

He's more interested in the burgers, yeah.]

Well, it's not gonna eat itself. Chow time!

[armanyo]

[ your typical leftovers and cartons of juice and milk are inside that fridge. nothing surprising, sorry, kid.

as joe begins to consume the burger, there's a delighted noise that rips through him. it's to be expected, after all. ]

This is amazing. You really pulled through here.

[ as if?? daichi made the burger? or something? joe looks utterly entrenched in the burger, ignoring the fact he has some grease and mayo on his cheek. who cares. it's a man's meal! he'll clean up later!! ]

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[does he have to be like That]

So you'll let me pay you back for the stupid burgers? [Joe. At least let him have some hand in it, he didn't do anything besides pick the restaurant!!

Whatever, he's eating, he's eating and just... watching Joe get food on himself... sigh.]

It's not going anywhere, either. You can slow down, you know.

[armanyo]

Butirgercrod?

[ was that a language? was it? he meant to say: but it'll get cold! but that's certainly that's not what came out. his mouth is half full as he mumbles behind his hand and then he swallows and laughs. typical joe!! ]

Eh, I guess you can pay me back. That's fine.

[ ..... with money. he definitely means with $$$. ]

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[what the fuck joe!!]

Well—good! I told you I would treat you in the first place!

[With cash, for food. Most certainly those things.]

[armanyo]

[ yeah!! with cash! for food! that's all it is!!!! ]

You don't have to. I'm older than you.

[ he is most definitely not grinning impishly. no, never joe? ]

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Only until you're supposed to act like it.

[Excluding trying to pay for everything, he supposes? That's not inherently an adult thing, god, you're not his dad.

Daichi wiggles a fry at him emphatically, because of course he does.] If you don't let me this time, it'll be next time!

[armanyo]

Next time? Heh, all right, fine.

[ you know what?

he's going to surge forward and eat that fry. right out of daichi's incapable hands. how's that?! ]

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[Next time is now canceled. No, but-]

Hey! That one was mine! [Ah. They're still twelve. To wit, Daichi picks up like 3 fries to eat them all at once now, out of spite.]

[armanyo]

Too slow, kid.

[ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?

joe takes daichi's momentary display of revenge as an opening. and reaches over to steal another one of daichi's fries that is currently unguarded. take that!!! ]

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[No!! The fries he didn't pay for!! Daichi brilliantly pulls his plate away, closer to himself. No!!!]

Come on, Joe...!

[armanyo]

Leave no fry behind --

[ joe will dutifully follow that plate! he wants those fries...!

but leaning so much on a bar stool is ill-advised. and he's kind of half-falling out of his seat and half falling into daichi. ]

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[Joe, no. Joe, you're taller than him and have gross shit on your face—]

H-hey— [Daichi must make the important decision between throwing his fries at Joe or stopping him from totally wiping out on the floor, and. Fine. He gives up on protecting his fries to reach out and prop up this idiot instead.]

[armanyo]

[ falling was not part of the plan. but it's not part of the impromptu plan b. the moment daichi is propping him up, he's laying claim to a fry.

and he's making a great show of eating it right in front of him, never even righting himself on his stool. no he's still leaned fully into daichi. ]

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[This guy? Daichi dumps him on the floor. No, he wishes, but he's not that petty. He does frown pointedly, as much good as that does...]

Seriously? You're doing this? Dude. I'm not going to hold you up forever.