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☆ little steps meme
☆ affectionate physical contact meme
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☆ melodrama is ultimate tier
★ SHIPPING AND FUCC:
☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh
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☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty
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[Oh— oh, that's a lot closer than he expected. He's visibly surprised, eyes wide, just for a moment before he manages to relax. It's definitely not a dance, but it gets a smile out of him anyway. The song is weird - honestly, the whole experience right now is weird, but Polnareff is enthusiastic about it and that's, hmm, more motivating than Kakyoin thought it would be.]

You've met me. How well do you think this would go if I had to lead?

[He can memorize steps with perfect accuracy, however, so this not-a-waltz is going straight into the vault.]

You'd adapt.

[Which is a wry joke and a vague statement all at once. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't, this is stupid and fun and he loves dancing, he really does. Fingers tightening on Kakyoin's waist, he spins them both, his hips rocking and his fingers tightening around the other man's. They move quickly, giddily, the pace picking up the longer the song goes on, and it's not as if Kakyoin can get tired, right, so why not just go for it? Pull him in tighter, because the sun's set and the room is dim and he's spinning them both around, hands splayed on his back--

--and the song changes, slower, sweeter, more intimate--

--and it's so easy to just dip him down, leaning over him, his grin softening.]

[Dancing-- hmm. Kakyoin can't say he's enamored with the thing itself, but he's definitely something over Polnareff— so it's not bad at all. The song builds and the energy between them with it, and Kakyoin laughs again somewhere in the middle because, honestly, he is supposed to be a grumpy low-ranking thug, and here he is dancing in this completely unfamiliar place, and it's... fun.

Then the song changes, and oh, down he goes— With Polnareff's face so close to his it's all he can do to stare up at him, hesitant maybe, but not uncomfortable. Fortunately he remembers to blink like a normal person. And no, he can't really get tired, but he's built to be convincing, which mean that, yes, hosts can in fact blush.]

...Hi?

Hi.

[He lingers over him for a few moments, his eyes darting about his face. That blush isn't real, just like the rise and fall of Kakyoin's chest isn't real, but on the other hand, it's surely not programmed, right? He's just feeling it, right? He surely wouldn't blush to pander to Polnareff's ego. Yeah. Okay. Okay, and he grins a little wider. One leg stretches out, brushing against Kakyoin's, as he slowly pulls them up.]

You're cute when you blush.

[He can't help it, he thinks, especially when he frowns up at Polnareff in genuine embarrassment but his face still feels warm, or at least whatever passes for warm for someone like him.]

You're not cute at all.

[Hmph... yes, that's biting and convincing. He pats Polnareff on the cheek, very sarcastically, to emphasize his point. He could detach himself and go back to staring out the window, but he's decided not to do that just yet.]

Is that right?

[He yanks him in closer, pulling him up against Polnareff's body, his grin sharpening.]

So how come you still wanna dance, huh?

[Ah— hello there. He's surprised again, but still settles his hand on Polnareff's shoulder.]

You told me it was fun. I'm having fun.

[He says, flatly. No, this is fun, trust him.]

That doesn't mean you're cute.

Are you having fun?

[It's a real question, though he doesn't release him just yet. But you can't be flat and sarcastic like that, not when he's still so tentative about things like autonomy.]

Yes.

[A beat. Well, under a thin veneer of constant panic and worry that someone will kick in Polnareff's front door at any moment and drag him back to the park. But that isn't Polnareff's fault.]

I'm... wondering about what happens next. But I enjoy your company.

That's kinda the thing, Kakyoin. Whatever you want is what happens next.

[He says it with half a smile, more rueful than the manic cheer he usually exudes.]

You understand?

Well— I suppose, in the abstract, yes. If we don't get caught.

[We, at least. There's that.]

But right now, yes, this is fun.

Good.

[He squeezes his hand as the next song plays, and oh, it's French, that's much more like it. It's bright and cheery, even if the lyrics are a little dark. It's a splendid song to nonsensically dance to, and they would, but oh, there's the doorbell--]

Ahh. Dancing and now dinner, huh?

[Probably a good idea. They neither of them are exactly out of breath, but at the same time, dancing burns calories (or oil, or whatever Kakyoin runs on, which, hey, does he need, like, an oil can, how does it work . . .)]

Go set the table, yeah? Stuff's in the kitchen.

[French, and some file buried in Kakyoin's head shifts everything into French for a moment; he nearly replies in French, but he blinks and shifts it all back instead.]

Uh— alright...

[He doesn't set tables, but he shuffles off into the kitchen and stands there for a moment scrutinizing the available stuff. Well, plates, he's got plates... is there a whole process here? He stands there holding a fork for a good ten seconds, fully aware that he knows how to use this thing but has never actually picked one up before this moment.

So the table setting is going great. He'll work it out enough.]

[Polnareff will be delighted the first time Kakyoin replies in French. Be told. But he's busy at the front door, presumably telling the deliveryman why he needs so much food, or at least a heavily fabricated reason why. It takes a while to gather it all up in his arms, but it smells good.

The table is not set when he gets back, but whatever, that's okay. He's got plates! It's great! And the Japanese food presumably comes with some chopsticks, albeit cheap wooden ones, so they're good.]

Man, you'd suck as a housewife.

[Cheerfully said as he dumps one, two, three bags on the table.]

[Two things: one, that's so much goddamn food, Polnareff is probably going to clog his arteries and die. Two: wow, thanks. Kakyoin tosses the fork down onto the table with a scoff. There, table is set.]

Thank you, that's a compliment.

[Don't mind as he peeks into all of these bags. What IS all of this.]

[A lot of everything, to be honest. Ramen and dumplings and duck and pasta, food that's a little fried and a little greasy but still good. Multi-cultural, that's what it is, and he sits, reaching past Kakyoin's face into the bag, starting to set it all out.

They will not finish all this food.]

There's chopsticks in there if you want. And water, uh. I don't know what you need to eat, exactly.

To be fair, I don't really know, either.

[They're doing great at this. He will go for the chopsticks, if only for that little smidge of familiarity. Will he eat, like, every type of food with these? Yes.

He surveys the whole... spread, a touch skeptically.]

But I'm also fairly certain I can't go into cardiac arrest, so you have my word that if you pass out from eating all of this, I will roll you somewhere comfortable.

Aw, just for me? You do like me.

[He coos it at him, overly saccharine, even as he reaches for some gyoza. There's a lot of gyoza. He likes gyoza. He does it blindly, keeping his eyes on Kakyoin, wanting to see if he can earn another blush soon.]

Hey, will you give me mouth to mouth, too?

I— hmm. [Can he give mouth to mouth, actually? Like, he has the compulsion to breathe, but if he doesn't need to... does he have lungs?? Hoo boy. He frowns.]

We'll see. Try not to choke, regardless— I like you better conscious.

[Oh my god it was a come-on, Kakyoin, come on.]

What do you mean, we'll see? What if I do choke!

[what if he has NO LUNGS, JEAN]

Are you planning on choking to prove a point? Don't be ridiculous. Eat your food.

I'm just saying, that's not really reassuring, Kakyoin, you could at least be a little nicer . . .

[But. He eats his dumplings, so. Who's really in charge. And he is eating, he is, but also: he's watching Kakyoin eat, more intent than he ought to be. It's interesting, okay! It's interesting to see someone try food for the first time.]

So?

[Kakyoin, who is definitely the boss here, rolls his eyes. Pleasantly. He's eating and that's what counts, playing along with Polnareff's... nice thing, or whatever this should be called.

That said, it's... definitely food. He's not sure how mindblowing this is supposed to be - being able to look around and not see props and a set is much more, still - but it's different. Good, if he's being generous.

So instead of answering, he reaches over with his chopsticks and plucks a dumpling away from Polnareff to eat. His now, thank you.]

[Hey-- hey, and he blinks, surprised, before scowling.]

You don't get-- give it back, you don't get a free pass just because you're newly freed, for crissake--

[Fork versus chopstick: which will win? Chopstick, probably, but then again maybe not, because Kakyoin has robot skills but Polnareff is, honestly, fairly decent with a blade. Or fork. Whatever. The point is: he's leaning over the table, jabbing enthusiastically, scowling as Kakyoin.]

Hey!

What? Did I do something?

[Kakyoin has pettiness on his side, but the fun kind of pettiness - the haha it's just a joke kind, which results in this dweeb-ass chopstick/fork fight and culminates in Kakyoin leaning back across the table to just feed Polnareff a totally new dumpling. Just pop that right in there when he next opens his mouth to whine.

For the record this still counts as a Kakyoin win.]

There, happy now?

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