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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[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???? ]

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[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.

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[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? ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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. ]

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[but his clothes...! Joe, though. good thing Daichi is easily pulled back around to the important things.]

Be serious! We'll just have to do the laundry in the morning.

[not how he envisioned casually declaring he will stay the night, but Joe.]

[armanyo]

[ listen. he's not at all hiding the way his grin widens. sweet deal!!!

so excuse him as he kisses daichi's lips very briefly. ]

Heh. It's decided. One less problem.

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[not cute, he's mad now.



no, ridiculous. he's exasperated at best, but what else is new? that's practically his lifestyle. he raises a hand to Joe's face again, but this time he forgets whatever he was going to do in favor of smoothing his thumb along his cheekbone. smitten.

...and oh, talking instead of just looking, right.]

Oh, uh, good. ...Wait, there are other problems?

[armanyo]

[ the casual touching is his new favorite thing. that's a secret though. it's an honest relief that daichi is actually this affectionate. ]

Mhmmm.

[ what are these problems, joe! he looks pretty damn mischievous - even more so without the glasses to hide it. ]

How much do you weigh?

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[he's gotta get his casual touch on. nothing better than sappy romance.]

Not a lot? [i'm not looking this up at 4am so idk he hasn't had a physical lately.]

[armanyo]

[ the sappiest romance. ]

I figured.

[ oh?? well that's because he's being impulsive. slowly, joe shifts so that his feet hit the floor once more. and then his arms are winding back around daichi...

he's going to legimately try and carry him off this couch. ]

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[ah, no idea is too stupid for Joe, it seems. Daichi gives him a look, then when that doesn't magically stop this wild ride, reaches for his arms to at least hold up for a second before he gets hauled off.]

Okay, you really don't have to carry me around. [that's it, that''s his whole attempt.]

[armanyo]

Yup. Don't have to. Just want to.

[ of course joe says that. and for a nerdy business guy he at least has enough pipes to carry daichi. cool.

look it's not far to the bedroom. so yeah. here is the bedroom it's kind of boring to look at. nothing surprising in here nope. especially not the bed he unceremoniously drops daichi on. ]

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[when you've been dating a guy for less than 5 hours and he already thinks it's in his boyfriend rights to toss you on beds. Daichi handles this with all the grace one would expect of him - so not much - culminating in the "huh??" of surprise right before Joe actually drops him.

ah, the bedroom of an older man... if he doesn't look around with brand new interest, it's becuse he miiiight have poked his head in earlier when he was going to the bathroom. couldn't resist.]

Somehow I didn't think you'd be able to do that. [impressive? now he's just sitting here, on the bed.] This is probably the part where I tell my parents I'm somewhere else, huh? Haha...

[he's not nervous, that's silly.]