[ six has something to say about his radiance, or lack thereof, so steeped in darkness as he is by virtue of what he is, but what rokurou says next catches him off guard. why is he talking about cakes all of a sudden? is this why he wanted to know when his birthday is? he knows about that particular tradition, but... ]
You don't need to give me a cake. What even brought this on? Because I gave you something?
[ please... if rokurou does this, he'll only feel obligated to return the favour and then they'll find themselves in an endless cycle. ]
Mmm ... it's not trouble. I'm trying to figure out what you like, since you don't know yourself. Only makes sense that cake's on the list.
[ A self-imposed mission ... for no other reason than he just feels like it. And he won't be swayed, Six should know that; Rokurou's too stubborn once he's decided he's going to do something.
Settling back into his seat, he helps himself to some more curry. ]
[ perhaps six is beginning to realize that protests won't sway rokurou from chasing after a fruitless endeavour because he doesn't even say anything related to that, but he still wants to know why. whether or not he'll get an answer he can work with is still up in the air though.
the chances of it are pretty slim, considering the way rokurou is. ]
And what will you do if it turns out I don't like cake?
[ Even if eating a whole cake is bound to give even a daemon a stomach ache, waste not want not ...
As for the rest, Rokurou merely shrugs, rubbing his neck as he glances upward, considering it. Why? It's not as though it matters so much, really, it's just that he feels like it. Would someone like Six accept an answer so simple? While they both tend to ruminate, between them, Rokurou is the one much more likely to let something go. ]
It's what I want to do, that's all. [ a pause— ] And ... I don't know. Maybe to show you that you don't have to be radiant to be worth it to someone.
[ six finds himself staring at rokurou for the longest time, as if he couldn't believe what came out of the daemon's mouth. eat the rest of the cake— like that will really solve the issue at hand. that issue being the immediate statement that follows the ridiculous one, and how quickly it catches the erune off guard.
he almost has no idea what to say.
the blush on his face conveys it way better than words can. ]
I... [ hello, six.exe is currently rebooting. ] I don't...
[ he's never going to get over how casually rokurou says it too. as if it's the most normal thing, to admit he finds six radiant in his own way. ]
... I want more curry.
[ this is the only way he can escape such an awkward conversation. he can only hope the daemon doesn't ask him what he was going to say. ]
[ Rokurou stands, taking Six's bowl away with him to fill it back up with curry and rice. He doesn't mention how dark a shade of crimson the erune is blushing, or how he seems to have forgotten words—better to let it soak in, treat it seriously, because it is serious. That hadn't been ribbing, or teasing.
And whatever Six wanted to say, it'll come out when the time is right. When he's ready to say it.
Returning to the table, Rokurou places the bowl in front of Six and gives the man's hair another affectionate ruffle. ]
[ it's a good thing rokurou doesn't say anything about how much he looks like a tomato right now because it would have only made the erune flee the apartment within the next split-second. all because he doesn't know what to make of what the daemon just said. for his own words to be turned against him like that, he didn't quite expect it.
what's more is he doesn't quite expect the hair ruffle again so he doesn't even have a chance to dodge it. his ears droop down, the picture-perfect representation of defeat. ]
Why do you keep doing that?
[ it's not because his ears are sort or anything. nothing to do with that at all. ]
[ It takes him a second to realize what Six is talking about—and he keeps ruffling as he does. Stops when he does, but not before giving one of those airplaned ears a tweak. ]
Oh, this? I don't know. Guess it's just a habit when—[ someone's being cute, when he's feeling affectionate, both at once ]—... you know. I'm in a good mood.
[ He leaves Six to his curry, taking a seat across the table again. ]
[ hello, someone is abusing their privilege — the ear that got tweaked does its very best to flick at rokurou's fingers, but of course it isn't going to do much. more so just to be a warning that goes, hey, stop doing that. if it looks like he's pouting, that's because he is. ]
I can't even begin to imagine why you're in a good mood.
[ all that happened in the last few minutes is rokurou successfully confusing six even more, and he doesn't see that as something to be happy about, unless the daemon thinks it's a joyous occasion to continue to make no sense at all. still, he won't pursue any further explanation and just goes back to eating his share of curry. grumpily, because he's angy.
the pout will persist even as he shoves spoonful after spoonful of curry into his mouth. (don't mind him...) ]
[ Rokurou watches, chin resting on his hand, as Six grumpily shoves curry into his mouth. For a long moment, his gaze lingers on Six's mouth, and the pout that weighs on his lips.
Then stands up, without warning, leaning across the table to grab Six's chin and jerk his face up. He meets their lips in a firm press, thumb digging into the erune's jaw to keep him steady.
When he finally allows it to break, it's with a little smirk. ]
[ six is already halfway into avoiding rokurou's reach but the daemon proves to be faster, and once again, he finds his lips claimed in an unexpedted kiss. the embarrassed flush is immediate, a bright red that isn't going to go away any time soon. ]
... You're incorrigible regardless of your mood so it makes no difference to me.
[ the guy didn't even let him finish his curry, alas. and now he has no appetite for it because he's! too! annoyed!! why is he always the one to get swept away— ]
[ Look, he's sitting back down in his chair, putting his hands back on his cup where Six can see. Even if he wants to keep kissing him, lips tingling from that simple touch before, just begging for him to move forward again and make the second one deeper. ]
[ as far as he knows, he didn't wear an expression that warranted being called as such, but who knows how the daemon's mind works. it always confuses him even at the best of times and he's long since stopped trying to make sense of it. ]
I don't see how it suits me.
[ not that he's asking for clarification, but he had to say it. ]
[ Frankly, how is Six not cute? The way his voice changes pitch when he's embarrassed, the brightening of his face when he blushes, the pursing of his lips when he's annoyed or flustered ... they're all cute faces. Which is why his defense of Six making a cute face isn't a great one, when he's charmed by every single one the erune makes. ]
Hm... unless we could somehow trade places, I don't know if you'll understand.
[ He likes what he likes. That's not exactly easy to clarify or explain ....... and Six would probably just get annoyed if he tried. ]
... Then perhaps I'll start wearing my full mask again.
[ it's a recent change that he swapped that with its smaller version, a sign that he was becoming more comfortable around rokurou, but something about today prompts him to reconsider.
he doesn't think he'll go through with it but at least the thought is out there. it's the more comfortable course of action— more familiar and easier to enact. he's always been so quick to withdraw when things become too confusing.
after a while, he rises to a stand. ]
I shouldn't linger here for much longer. Thank you for the food.
[ rokurou can't use the same trick he'd pull on him at the noodle cart, right? ]
[ He doesn't want to encourage Six to start wearing his full mask again—but doesn't want to prompt him into doing it by disagreeing. So the daemon simply tilts his head but stays quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. ]
Wait a minute. I'll get some packed up for you.
[ Six is free to come and go as he pleases, much as Rokurou might like him to stick around. But patience is a virtue, and courting Six is much like courting a stray cat. Push too hard, and he's likely to just push him away.
So Rokurou stands and packs up two bento boxes with left over curry, tying them both up and putting them into a paper bag with handles for the erune to carry home. ]
[ when the persistence he'd been expecting never comes, six surprises himself not by the feeling of confusion that comes with it, but by the dash of disappointment thrown in the mix. his ears realize what's going on before his mind does, swiveling downwards to indicate his dismay before he could hold it back.
of course, he's quick to fix his expression so he appears... wary at the very least. his eyes look over at the offered paper bag, hovering between the choice of whether to accept it or not before deciding to go with the former.
it would be more rude to decline it when he'd said he'll take leftovers earlier on, so he takes the offered back quietly. ]
I'll... bring back the bento boxes, when I'm done with them.
[ hopefully the other doesn't take offense over how he couldn't meet his mismatched gaze, already feeling too embarrassed as he is. he doesn't wait for a reply before he turns to head for the doorway. ]
[ .... not that he'd ever turn down the chance to see Six, but he won't be missing those bento boxes too terribly.
Six moves toward the door and Rokurou follows to see him out, leaning against the doorframe as the erune readies himself to depart. The smile he wears is a soft one, little crinkle at the corner of his human eye to pair with the tenderness of the expression etched onto his face.
He'll forgive Six for not meeting his eyes, as long as Six forgives him for fond look. ]
Get home safe.
[ Offered with a little laugh, knowing full well the absurdity of Six crossing trouble and not swiftly dealing with it. He wouldn't even break a sweat. ]
[ the erune allows rokurou to see him out, and it quickly turns into a fatal mistake: when he faces him to say a proper goodbye, their eyes meet and there's no escaping the affectionate look he gets from the other man. heat threatens to overtake the rest of his face so he faces the other way so fast and he doesn't care if it's seen as rude.
unfortunately for him, it's already too late to hide anything. he wonders how he even manages to remain standing still when every bit of him already wants to escape. ]
... Until next time.
[ nope, he isn't even going to address it, and just like before, he doesn't wait for rokurou to say anything else because he's already moving as quickly as possible without making it look like he wants to break out into a run. the curry would get jostled otherwise, and he hates the idea of it going to waste—
while he makes his way home, he tries not to think about how fast his heart is beating, if only because he knows it's just going to confuse him even more than he already is. ]
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You don't need to give me a cake. What even brought this on? Because I gave you something?
[ please... if rokurou does this, he'll only feel obligated to return the favour and then they'll find themselves in an endless cycle. ]
Don't trouble yourself over something like that.
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[ A self-imposed mission ... for no other reason than he just feels like it. And he won't be swayed, Six should know that; Rokurou's too stubborn once he's decided he's going to do something.
Settling back into his seat, he helps himself to some more curry. ]
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[ perhaps six is beginning to realize that protests won't sway rokurou from chasing after a fruitless endeavour because he doesn't even say anything related to that, but he still wants to know why. whether or not he'll get an answer he can work with is still up in the air though.
the chances of it are pretty slim, considering the way rokurou is. ]
And what will you do if it turns out I don't like cake?
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[ Even if eating a whole cake is bound to give even a daemon a stomach ache, waste not want not ...
As for the rest, Rokurou merely shrugs, rubbing his neck as he glances upward, considering it. Why? It's not as though it matters so much, really, it's just that he feels like it. Would someone like Six accept an answer so simple? While they both tend to ruminate, between them, Rokurou is the one much more likely to let something go. ]
It's what I want to do, that's all. [ a pause— ] And ... I don't know. Maybe to show you that you don't have to be radiant to be worth it to someone.
[ Slowly, as he takes a sip of tea, ]
I've always liked the dark.
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he almost has no idea what to say.
the blush on his face conveys it way better than words can. ]
I... [ hello, six.exe is currently rebooting. ] I don't...
[ he's never going to get over how casually rokurou says it too. as if it's the most normal thing, to admit he finds six radiant in his own way. ]
... I want more curry.
[ this is the only way he can escape such an awkward conversation. he can only hope the daemon doesn't ask him what he was going to say. ]
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[ Rokurou stands, taking Six's bowl away with him to fill it back up with curry and rice. He doesn't mention how dark a shade of crimson the erune is blushing, or how he seems to have forgotten words—better to let it soak in, treat it seriously, because it is serious. That hadn't been ribbing, or teasing.
And whatever Six wanted to say, it'll come out when the time is right. When he's ready to say it.
Returning to the table, Rokurou places the bowl in front of Six and gives the man's hair another affectionate ruffle. ]
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what's more is he doesn't quite expect the hair ruffle again so he doesn't even have a chance to dodge it. his ears droop down, the picture-perfect representation of defeat. ]
Why do you keep doing that?
[ it's not because his ears are sort or anything. nothing to do with that at all. ]
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[ It takes him a second to realize what Six is talking about—and he keeps ruffling as he does. Stops when he does, but not before giving one of those airplaned ears a tweak. ]
Oh, this? I don't know. Guess it's just a habit when—[ someone's being cute, when he's feeling affectionate, both at once ]—... you know. I'm in a good mood.
[ He leaves Six to his curry, taking a seat across the table again. ]
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I can't even begin to imagine why you're in a good mood.
[ all that happened in the last few minutes is rokurou successfully confusing six even more, and he doesn't see that as something to be happy about, unless the daemon thinks it's a joyous occasion to continue to make no sense at all. still, he won't pursue any further explanation and just goes back to eating his share of curry. grumpily, because he's angy.
the pout will persist even as he shoves spoonful after spoonful of curry into his mouth. (don't mind him...) ]
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Then stands up, without warning, leaning across the table to grab Six's chin and jerk his face up. He meets their lips in a firm press, thumb digging into the erune's jaw to keep him steady.
When he finally allows it to break, it's with a little smirk. ]
Better good than bad, no?
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... You're incorrigible regardless of your mood so it makes no difference to me.
[ the guy didn't even let him finish his curry, alas. and now he has no appetite for it because he's! too! annoyed!! why is he always the one to get swept away— ]
Keep your hands and mouth to yourself.
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[ Look, he's sitting back down in his chair, putting his hands back on his cup where Six can see. Even if he wants to keep kissing him, lips tingling from that simple touch before, just begging for him to move forward again and make the second one deeper. ]
You made a cute face.
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[ as far as he knows, he didn't wear an expression that warranted being called as such, but who knows how the daemon's mind works. it always confuses him even at the best of times and he's long since stopped trying to make sense of it. ]
I don't see how it suits me.
[ not that he's asking for clarification, but he had to say it. ]
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[ Frankly, how is Six not cute? The way his voice changes pitch when he's embarrassed, the brightening of his face when he blushes, the pursing of his lips when he's annoyed or flustered ... they're all cute faces. Which is why his defense of Six making a cute face isn't a great one, when he's charmed by every single one the erune makes. ]
Hm... unless we could somehow trade places, I don't know if you'll understand.
[ He likes what he likes. That's not exactly easy to clarify or explain ....... and Six would probably just get annoyed if he tried. ]
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[ it's a recent change that he swapped that with its smaller version, a sign that he was becoming more comfortable around rokurou, but something about today prompts him to reconsider.
he doesn't think he'll go through with it but at least the thought is out there. it's the more comfortable course of action— more familiar and easier to enact. he's always been so quick to withdraw when things become too confusing.
after a while, he rises to a stand. ]
I shouldn't linger here for much longer. Thank you for the food.
[ rokurou can't use the same trick he'd pull on him at the noodle cart, right? ]
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Wait a minute. I'll get some packed up for you.
[ Six is free to come and go as he pleases, much as Rokurou might like him to stick around. But patience is a virtue, and courting Six is much like courting a stray cat. Push too hard, and he's likely to just push him away.
So Rokurou stands and packs up two bento boxes with left over curry, tying them both up and putting them into a paper bag with handles for the erune to carry home. ]
Here.
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of course, he's quick to fix his expression so he appears... wary at the very least. his eyes look over at the offered paper bag, hovering between the choice of whether to accept it or not before deciding to go with the former.
it would be more rude to decline it when he'd said he'll take leftovers earlier on, so he takes the offered back quietly. ]
I'll... bring back the bento boxes, when I'm done with them.
[ hopefully the other doesn't take offense over how he couldn't meet his mismatched gaze, already feeling too embarrassed as he is. he doesn't wait for a reply before he turns to head for the doorway. ]
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[ .... not that he'd ever turn down the chance to see Six, but he won't be missing those bento boxes too terribly.
Six moves toward the door and Rokurou follows to see him out, leaning against the doorframe as the erune readies himself to depart. The smile he wears is a soft one, little crinkle at the corner of his human eye to pair with the tenderness of the expression etched onto his face.
He'll forgive Six for not meeting his eyes, as long as Six forgives him for fond look. ]
Get home safe.
[ Offered with a little laugh, knowing full well the absurdity of Six crossing trouble and not swiftly dealing with it. He wouldn't even break a sweat. ]
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unfortunately for him, it's already too late to hide anything. he wonders how he even manages to remain standing still when every bit of him already wants to escape. ]
... Until next time.
[ nope, he isn't even going to address it, and just like before, he doesn't wait for rokurou to say anything else because he's already moving as quickly as possible without making it look like he wants to break out into a run. the curry would get jostled otherwise, and he hates the idea of it going to waste—
while he makes his way home, he tries not to think about how fast his heart is beating, if only because he knows it's just going to confuse him even more than he already is. ]