dumbshow | i have cut to the feeling on repeat

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??]

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[ rude don't even?

wild sex appeal. more like wild and rampant teenage hormones. sure, that's a thing. totally. anyway, joe is not going to dwell on the specifics and instead grin at the well-received joke. okay good he hasn't ruined the mood. that's a relief.

speaking of that, he's going to bring daichi's hand up once more and kiss the center of his palm, eyes shutting. ]

Nah. No need for that. I'm already yours.

[ THERE IT FUCKING IS, DAICHI. ]

[you try to tell a boy he's hot and he makes burger jokes... better luck next time, Daichi. the mood remains thoroughly un-ruined and actually quite good, all things considered. Daichi's taking these Joe-isms in stride now.

ah, but that next thing he does... damn, that's. damn. the mood goes from light and kinda-stupid-but-good-stupid to sitting heavy in his chest almost immediately. and not for a bad reason, just—god, he has so many feelings? he wanted Joe to say it properly because he thinks that's how these things are supposed to go, but to think that actually hearing something like that would yank at all of his emotions at once like it just did. uh, wow?

he feels a little bit like there's a puddle where his heart used to be, only not gross like that sounds. very certainly smitten.]

Oh. Y-yeah, I knew that.

[yeah, nailed it, that's good. he shifts his hand in Joe's to squeeze his fingers and then he's leaned back in, replacing his palm with his lips against Joe's as once again words fail him but this totally works. that's better.]

[ joe's always found it difficult to react to actual compliments. humor is a better avenue for things. genuine, raw emotion - especially praise - has always been a struggle. but he's coming around to it, and daichi could be an exception to the general evasive rule if he keeps doing romantic things like that. stop. ]

Better yet,

[ is this dangerous? ]

To show you I mean it, I'll stop stealing your scarf.

[ IT SOUNDS like a joke but it's not. it's actually something jokish with a sentimental twist. it's something that is distinctly them, distinctly joe, framed in a new light. ]

[he can't help himself, he exists in his own romcom where he's the cool mature one and the dippy loser at the same time. just let him get emotional and let it out via kisses sometimes, there's nothing wrong with that.]

Oh, wow, I'm moving up in the world.

[dork... it's alright, he gets it. for all he makes noise about not ever understanding anything that goes through Joe's head, well - actually, he does! how nice.]

If you dragged me around like that again instead of holding my hand I think we'd be due for a serious talk about your weird impulses.

What weird impulses?

[ opening this can of worm with such a dramatic flourish!

but really, joe is grinning lazily and can't wait to hear this list. anyone else would probably not be interested or at least not as fascinated by this but joe is just sitting there eagerly. as if it's going to be FanTastic to hear about. ]

[oh... well... it's mostly just the one.]

Besides grabbing whatever's around my neck all the time?

[...]

You sing about everything.

[ oh my god here we go. the list. THE LIST. ]

Music is the spice of life.

[ no it isn't??? ]

'kay. What else?

[why does Daichi feel obligated to provide a list despite the fact that this list is by nature, kind of rude?? aaaa.]

You say things like that. And you put fries in my face.

You liked the fries.

[ savage. ]

Love you too, Dai~

[hey stop trying to kill him with saying sweet stuff while being a huge dweeb? thanks.]

It wasn't a list of compliments...

[well, whatever, since he's starting to blush like a fool again he's going to plunk his forehead down on Joe's shoulder. hey, don't look at him.]

[ but you're the best nerd he's ever met. and that's saying a lot. ]

Sleepy?

[ he sounds so delighted. pleased with himself. whatever. his hand comes up and gently cards back through daichi's hair. ]

[that's the best out of so many nerds. gay.]

Nnn... maybe.

[he could sleep, but he's not dying to pass out asap. just hug him.]

Are you?

[ his shirt just came off do you think he's sleepy? let's assess the facts. real hard, okay. ]

Impartial on the matter.

[ he says it almost a lilt as his arms twine around daichi, toying with the back of the hoodie, and consequently the hood, too. ]

[hey, it's a valid question. Joe is a little mysterious.]

Of course you are.

[Daichi still needs a moment to recover from that sweet dork line, so he's staying right where he is. after a moment he slides his arms around Joe's waist, loosely joining his hands behind his back. it's... cuddle time, until he gets thirsty again, which could be any minute now.]

[ it's only a matter of time until the thirst becomes far too real. ]

I mean, I can sleep anytime. There's only so many chances I get to....

[ to do what? joe? joe?

yeah, you guessed it. he's going to plop the hood right on daichi's head. ]

[to heckle his boyfriend?? that's a lie, he does that all the time. all those other times count despite being pre-boyfriend.

Daichi sighs.]

Yeah, cute. Really? Really?

[ they don't count what are you talking about. if the dates don't count the heckling doesn't either. ]

Really.

[ he's so amused and he's going to shift some so that he can kiss daichi's nose in triumph. triumph!!! ]

[oh no, heckling definitely counts. dates are their own ballgame, not heckling.

anyway, this guy...]

And right after we talked about weird impulses...

[whatever, he's past it!! he moves one hand to experimentally run his fingers up Joe's spine, like was so liberally done to him earlier. still wearing this hood because he's not sacrificing a hand for it.]

What? Liking your nose is a weird impulse?

[ these two are made for each other, clearly.

that earns daichi a reaction. finally. there's another noticeable shiver and joe's back arches just slightly into the touch. ]

No, the hood thing. Definitely the hood thing.

[nerd?? finally though, Daichi's wild sex appeal - the appeal of clumsy fingertip touches - is king. he blinks and then smirks, repeating the motion with more confidence. hey.]

Maybe I have a thing for hoods~

[ all right mister hands. you may sit on this throne temporarily. temporarily. there's another tremor, not as noticeable, but he chuckles. and yeah that's not his usual carefree chuckle either.

he's pinching your side, daichi. ]

Edited 2017-10-20 22:47 (UTC)

Hey. Hey. Stop that.

[don't pinch? he shifts, trying to move himself out of the way of Joe's pinching without actually moving away from Joe, which is as productive as it sounds. he has one whole advantage here and he intends to keep using it, thanks.]

Can't you handle it? C'mon.

[ the pinching stops. ]

You realize if you do it repeatedly, in a row, it loses it's oomph, right?

[ he just said that. i'm so sorry. ]

Speak for yourself!

[he's talking about grabbing at his clothes all the time, but maybe there's enough context for that since he still is doing this with the hood up. horrible.]

What do you want me to do?

[he's open to suggestions.]

Heh. Kiss me and find out.

[ whoa that's bold. okay, it's not that bold but it's a suggestion of sorts. he does manage to reach up and take the hoodie off. sorry, no hoodlums. he was only joking about that "interest" of his.

enjoy a renewed barrage of kisses down you neck, daichi. too slow!]

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