You know. [ he waves his hand, a vague gesture as he glances at the ceiling, as though that fully translates his meaning— ] ... You're really going to make me say it?
[ Is this some kind of punishment? Or a touch of sadism? Rokurou sighs, stepping away to set the rice to cook, keeping his hands busy because it feels better doing so. ]
Jealous, okay? [ he doesn't even look at Six, busy tossing the chunks of chicken into the curry now that it's gotten hot over the flame. ] It's not like you've ever invited me over to sleep in your bed.
[ And that's really what he's jealous about: the invitation. If Six fucks someone else, Rokurou can't and wouldn't say a word about it; it's not like he doesn't frequent plenty of beds on a near-nightly basis. It's the fact that Six invited someone else, when Rokurou's been so diligent in his chasing—he wants Six to want him, damn it. Who cares if it's selfish and makes no sense? That's just how he feels.
He shrugs, finally looking at the other man over his shoulder, ]
no subject
[ Is this some kind of punishment? Or a touch of sadism? Rokurou sighs, stepping away to set the rice to cook, keeping his hands busy because it feels better doing so. ]
Jealous, okay? [ he doesn't even look at Six, busy tossing the chunks of chicken into the curry now that it's gotten hot over the flame. ] It's not like you've ever invited me over to sleep in your bed.
[ And that's really what he's jealous about: the invitation. If Six fucks someone else, Rokurou can't and wouldn't say a word about it; it's not like he doesn't frequent plenty of beds on a near-nightly basis. It's the fact that Six invited someone else, when Rokurou's been so diligent in his chasing—he wants Six to want him, damn it. Who cares if it's selfish and makes no sense? That's just how he feels.
He shrugs, finally looking at the other man over his shoulder, ]
... Like I said, it's no big deal.