daichi shijima (
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dumbshow2017-10-01 10:39 pm
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i have cut to the feeling on repeat
[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??]
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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[ 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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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.]
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Text. Or call. Whatever you usually do, yeah.
[ he's humming as he just fiddles around the bedroom. he's selecting a simple white t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the dresser in the corner. ]
Be right back~
[ the tildes return as he heads out of the room to brush his teeth, change, turn off the rest of the lights in the apartment, and also give daichi some space to deal with his parents. it's a great culmination of excuses!!! ]
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he's making faces at his phone whenever Joe comes back, playing with the hoodie strings himself for once as a helpful distraction. nnnh. he's good, he's cool. he's sending one final text in the exchange before he glances up—]
Annnd... there, parents totally lied to. You know this makes you a bad influence.
[countdown until he gets really gay about casual pjs starts.......now.]
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joe, still sans glasses, cracks a grin at the comment. ]
Haven't I always been?
[ that's fair. either way, he's going to sit down on the edge of the bed and find the remote for the small tv stashed in his nightstand's drawer. ]
You'd think Hibs would have already laid claim to that title.
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He's subtle. Sometimes it's scary...
[he fiddles with his phone a bit more while Joe looks for the remote. he doesn't have any more texts to s—aw fuck.]
We didn't ask him to give Yamato that awful drink. Think it'll be better or worse to drink in the morning?
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[ that's not terrifying at all, is it? joe actually chuckles and casually tosses the remote onto the space on the bed between them. at least he's not dangling it in his face? that's an improvement, right? ]
I'm giving you the ultimate control here, Dai. Pick something to watch~
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[he chuckles as he says this and picks up the remote anyway, but... be real... also: realizing he said this out loud. oops.]
I mean... w-what's even on late night TV?
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Eh. Lots of anti-balding products.
[ he sounds like he knows these late night advertisements quite well. falling asleep to background noise and all that jazz.
oops he's playing with that hoodie string again. just cut his hand off, it'd be better. ]
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[duh, that's totally the truth. Daichi flips through some channels... commercial, commercial, movie that started 30 minutes ago, commercial...]
Man, I wish I had a TV in my room.
[off topic but okay Daichi. he says nothing about strings and in fact just scoots closer to Joe automatically, while still engrossed in his channel skimming. see how cool he is? there's no reason for all this space between them.]
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joe is starting to realize that daichi is actually a lot calmer about this then he originally gave him credit for. then again, he's an eighteen year old guy, not some fair maiden that's never touched someone's hand before. ]
You're right. My bedtime is promptly nine.
[ what a joker!! if daichi is scooting closer he'll drop the strings and instead hook his arm around his shoulders. that's quality comfort. ]
And why not? Your parents against fun?
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[he'd study even less with a personal tv? maybe the reason his parents believe him every time he says he's studying somewhere is because they have hope.
anyway, he's definitely nervous because he's generously imagined all kinds of sharing the bed with a cute special someone scenarios, not because he deeply values his hand touching chastity. although the older dude element is a new development and he has to re-think all of his dumb teenage fantasies.
not right now. he'll save that for some other time. he's very comfortable slouching against Joe in a new and interesting location.]
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I can tell you what my GPA was to make you feel better~
[ that's terrifying. but joe is employed at an international business company so it can't be all that bad? like foreign trade, that's gotta be some kinds of smart. right? right.
the fidgeting hand hasn't stopped, just relocated from strings to absently rubbing half-circles against daichi's forearm. ]
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[old man!! his grades aren't the worst ever, okay, just not that great.
Joe probably isn't well-equipped to handle anybody's "gayer than I previously thought" epiphanies at any time, but it will be short-lived since they already made out on the couch. that's all the experience Daichi has to his name now... it's hard to argue with.
but he's relaxing here, at his incomprehensible Daichi pace. the touch against his arm is nice, and for a moment he lapses into thoughtful silence. not about grades—]
Um- hey, Joe... I know it's kinda, sorta really obvious by now but I didn't say it and I feel like I probably should? Uh— [Daichi.] Well, I really like you. There.
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there's a long stretch of silence. and then joe just laughs, tilting his head so that he can muffle the noise into daichi's hair. his entire body is shaking from the peels of laughter but he can't stop himself. what in the fucking fuck? ]
Geez, I had no idea. Thanks for that enlightenment~
[ i fucking hate tildes. either way, joe is still laughing into daichi's hair, the sound tapering off as he smiles and presses a chaste kiss to the hair instead. ]
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he articulates all this by dropping the remote and sputtering out a protest against all that laughing, but he doesn't try to shove Joe's face away from him this time. if he wasn't laughing at Daichi's perfectly normal confession, this would be kind of adorable...]
Oh, come on. One of us had to say it. [that's the rule?] I should've known it'd be me.
[he's so Mature.]
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[ he's trying not to combust into laughter again. he really does appreciate daichi's eagerness to do this right. it's reassuring as hell and joe should probably tell him that but he doesn't. when you're a cool dude that doesn't take many things seriously you probably shouldn't go around telling people you have a lot of self doubt. maybe not about yourself but how others value and perceive you.
anyway. ]
Heh~ Do you want to hear me say it back? [ it's a half-chuckle against his ear. right against his goddamn ear. ]
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anyway grumble mumble don't call him out, bad boyfriend, etc.]
No. Yes. Not if you're just making fun of me. [he turns his head just barely, to save his innocent ear and give Joe a great, badly-angled look.] I know you do, but... y'know.
[#sap]
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joe lets daichi's ear escape, just to save them both some embarrassment. it's short-lived, though, because joe is reaching for daichi's hand to clasp in his own. it's pretty innocuous at first but then he lifts them up in the air and has the audacity to kiss the back of it, eyes shutting. ]
I know.
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well it's embarrassing, but this incredibly romantic surprise hand kiss makes his heart all but flip over entirely. is he blushing again? maybe it's not obvious.
either way, he doesn't actually say anything. there's a few beats of silence before he tugs his hand away from Joe's so he can touch his cheek, first just his fingertips then cupping his jaw while he leans in to kiss him properly.
so everyone knows everything, amazing.]
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joe, for once, doesn't say something to ruin the moment. there's no hearty chuckle or fiddling with strings or fries. all there is is a slight quirk of a smile against daichi's lips as he returns the kiss. just as properly. it's gentle as fuck, slow, almost reverent.
the neglected hand begins to softly trace a line down daichi's spine. ]
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so he's really into Joe? that's the lesson we're learning again, here. he can even keep this up for longer, until he blindly puts his other hand down on the remote and abruptly changes the channel to something much louder and bonks his forehead into Joe's face in surprise.
nice one, Daichi.]
Uh—s-sorry. So... yeah.
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the bonk hurts briefly, sharp and then dull pain that ebbs away fairly quickly. joe flinches and instantly rubs his forehead. and he's laughing. so he isn't upset, that's good. it'd be surprising if he were, considering how clumsy he is and how much trouble he's caused for daichi since they've met each other. ]
We're gonna need to practice your aim.
[ look, he's smiling and even daring to curl his fingers into the fabric of the hoodie at the small of daichi's back. ]
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so—well first he looks down to fumble for the volume control on the remote and turn it down, god, no more of that. then it's back to getting wrapped up in his feelings and, well, Joe. thankfully they're both warm and comfortable, although the reality of liking someone who actually likes him in return is going to be a fresh surprise every so often for a little while. wow. a whole relationship.]
I've got great aim where it counts. [kissing, he means. the smooching.] You distracted me.
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[ he's aware he's being a complete goober right now but that's just his brand. trademark that shit. joe does that whole spine thing again, because he's fully aware of what distracted daichi. honestly, he doesn't mind it at all and it wouldn't be daichi if things went perfectly. it wouldn't be him, either, if he's being honest with himself. but the realization that things are still going well, that daichi isn't rethinking it because of a few hiccups, is great news.
speaking of great things - ]
You distracted me first~
[ jesus christ. ]
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