i have cut to the feeling on repeat

[keeptrucking]

[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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[armanyo]

[ hold stuff. HOLD STUFF. SURE. HOLDiNG THINGS. ]

Ha....hahaha.

[ okay no he's just laughing at you now, sorry, man. sorry. ]

Yup. That's it, Daichi.

[keeptrucking]

[why is he being laughed at??? he frowns, putting a hand on Joe's cheek to just push his face to the side. go. you're dumped for the next minute.]

Whatever! So far your big, great plan is earmuffs.

[armanyo]

[ that was the shortest relationship ever. thanks for the memories. ]

I have plenty of ideas.

[ he's grinning and allowing himself to be pushed?? by the face?? cool. ]

Dunno if you can handle them, though.

[keeptrucking]

[you got to tongue him, it was fine.

for all of two seconds, Daichi might not take this obvious bait. two whole seconds. but alas. he hasn't pulled his hand away, either.]

Try me.

[armanyo]

[ this is very obvious bait. but this is daichi, you're right. so joe is going to very lazily drape an arm back around daichi's shoulder, as if he's about to start lecturing him about the Facts of Life. ]

One bed.

[ HOW? FUCKING SCANDALOUS?

WOW?

TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL. ]

[keeptrucking]

[that is Scandalous? more with the secret, lie-to-the-parents getaway part of this weekend event.]

I— I can share a bed! [he pulls his hand back now, leaning into Joe again maybe partially so he can elbow him a little while he does. that's what he gets.] I can handle one bed anytime!

[armanyo]

[ anytime, he says. what an opening!! ]

Hmmmmm... anytime?

[keeptrucking]

[oh. this one, he hears. hmm....!!]

A-anytime. That's what I said.

[armanyo]

[ ......

there's a pause.

yup that's a definite pause. ]

I mean, most bedrooms only have one bed, anyway.

[keeptrucking]

[joe? that's not helpful at all.]

Yeeeess...? And?

[armanyo]

[ what? he's trying. and got side-tracked. right. ]

The couch is springy.

[ look at him, patting this couch right here with his free hand. that's not smooth at all???? ]

[keeptrucking]

[THIS IS JUST FURNITURE FACTS? take him on a date to ikea.

this time Daichi doesn't shove his face but does pat his cheek very patiently.]

...Okay. You let me know when you've got a real point to make, I'll be right here.

[armanyo]

[ FURNITURE FACTS WITH JOE. the new hit show.

you know what maybe he'll be just slightly serious. ]

If it gets too late, you can always stay over here. Gentleman's honor and everything.

[keeptrucking]

[aw, that's sweet and not a dopey joke. give him an extra second to consider.]

Well... thanks. [smooth.] Y'know, you never put my clothes in the laundry...

[oh darn. he can't go home with a bundle of sticky soda clothes. he'll have to wait. who knows how late it will be and what studying-at-hibiki's line he'll have to craft for his mom.]

[armanyo]

[ what a clever and crafty plan. you've figured him out.

no he's just forgetful and was too eager to netflix and chill. ]

Should I?

[ WOW?? SMOOTHER? ]

[keeptrucking]

[Joe, no. that is the plan. that's the plan right now. goddamn it, Joe.]

I- I guess? You said it was in the basement.

[does he have to come with? he's assuming it's a murder basement and he doesn't want in on that.]

[armanyo]

[ murder basement cool. ]

You know... That's pretty far.

[ wow. that's his excuse. ]

[keeptrucking]

[that sure is an excuse. Daichi hums, then leans on him a little more, uh, thoroughly. if he does this, Joe doesn't need to get up. yeah!]

Sure. Maybe it can wait, anyway. It's not like I've got nothing to wear.

[armanyo]

[ phrasing? phrasing. anyway, joe allows the leaning and even hugs his arm properly around daichi. this is comfortable and beats a murder basement by miles. ]

That sweatshirt is great on you.

[ ????? is this a compliment aimed at daichi or himself? because it's his? who knows, but he's grinning again and yes he's fiddling with the strings. again. this man knows no limits. ]

[keeptrucking]

[is this a Boyfriend Hoodie now? does Daichi get to keep it? he will probably try.]

Yeah, yeah. [he glances down at this string fiddling again, quietly marveling at this truly unique fetish.] You look better without the hat and jacket.

[how's that for backhanded? take it.]

[armanyo]

[ keep the hoodie. it's definitely a boyfriend hoodie.

joe laughs and while that could be backhanded he's opting to take it another way. an insufferable way. ]

Yeah? And the glasses?

[ hold your breath, folks, because joe is actually taking his glasses off and folding them so he can set them aside on the table. ]

[keeptrucking]

[that shouldn't fluster him. they're glasses. but he's a little smitten over no glasses. how intimate...]

Yeah... looks good. You look good.

[good one.]

I spilled the soda, so maybe I should help you do the laundry... later. [orrrr tomorrow?]

[armanyo]

[ later still has a vagueness to it. it could be tonight. or tomorrow. who knows. ]

Eh. I was waving fries around.

[ did joe just take responsibility? what a charmer. that's true romance. ]

I should mention that the laundry room closes at night.

[ ??????? laundry hours man. ]

[keeptrucking]

[Joe taking responsibility, damn, be still his little romantic heart. sold.]

Why didn't you mention that sooner? [the thirst, but still.] What if the stain doesn't come out... Man, this sucks.

[ugh, now he's thinking about this bullshit thing that isn't boyfriend stuff at all. terrible.]

[armanyo]

[ don't do that. just focus on the now daichi. focus on boyfriend things. ]

Stain removers get a lot worse than soda out.

[ he sounds confident. sounds like he spills stuff a lot. or gets ink on clothes or something. ]

Guess you can never leave~ [ joe. ]