( leave it all behind, and become an idol? how nice that might be for someone else, and who wouldn't think of abandoning a burden that wasn't placed on them in the first place? but he knows he can't skirt this second chance to take on his fate.
all the jab and assertion does is make him genuinely laugh, sharp canines showing for how wide his grin is.
it's fine. it's clear that rinne wants to have fun, and fun they shall have. they don't need to talk about the looming dangers, and whatever else. takasugi's good at living for the moment, but never at quelling what in him remains selfish, even if he's making his best attempt. which, he really did think it would easier before all this, and he can't promise he won't do it again. if only the stern comfort and frustration of being known hadn't made it obvious to him when he'd gotten a taste, though. )
Hahahah! Now there's an interesting proposal. You might say I'm already one of Choshu, at the very least. Those boring clansmen of mine couldn't compare in popularity, what with all the times they asked for my help instead of someone else's. But the stars in the sky are you two. I've already come crashing down in a blaze.
( as they get closer to the speakeasy, the entrance blends in pretty well, with empty kegs piled up outside, just waiting to be unloaded. the soft glow of the LED sign above gives it a nice touch, and as takasugi sticks a foot into the door—
he turns lightly before entering, lifting a hand to press two fingers together in a heart shape. )
But I'm looking forward to learning all those cute little hand signs you've mentioned. You will teach them to me, won't you? Of course you will. Since you brought them up, they've been on my mind.
[Crashing down? No, that's not— What's he trying to say? Rinne's smile falters when Takasugi turns away, and his eyes flicker as they search for the right words, if not the right feelings to show after hearing something so frightening. He can't imagine anything worth dying for, except—
The finger heart cuts into Rinne's view. It guides his focus back to Takasugi's face, completely in his element under the signage lights. Whenever he finds himself captivated by something beautiful like this, Rinne nearly forgets he's on Earth to begin with. The idol of Choshu, huh? Another strange cocktail of emotions swirls inside him as heat blooms across his cheeks.]
Sure, I'll teach ya. But don't worry about being cute right now. What matters is showing 'em something that'll stick. Kon kon♡
[He makes a fox sign with his hand, lets it hop once in the air, then with the tips of his thumb and fingers pressed together, makes the fox jump over the heart and kiss Takasugi's cheek.]
Kyaha! See? Now you'll think about me forever.
[Or maybe just for tonight. It's scary to think about, fully knowing the consequences, but if words are binding... could they bind Takasugi to this world? Rinne's smile tries not to waver this time as he pushes himself past the guilt and into the speakeasy.]
( he lets rinne go ahead, not making any move to follow at first, an uncharacteristically astonished expression stuck in that moment.
it's a powerful gesture, those fingertips pressing against his cheek.
because he almost stumbles, slapping a hand against the leftover warmth.
what? huh? what? he'll never wash this cheek again.
... actually. redact that. that's going a bit too far. but it isn't just the summer heat on his skin, is it? the fan-service a real idol doles out is trying to make him smile beyond his own will, and— )
( and, maybe that's fine. but didn't rinne want to be the spoiled one? when it's just the two of them.
when it's just the two of them...
takasugi's glad his device had been in his pocket. if his other self had seen it, he would have had to snap it in half, or at least delete him, and he needed him for reasons right now. phew.
he pushes inside, eyes adjusting quickly to the low light as he claims an adjacent seat. there's probably some leftover pink in his face, but it won't matter before long, as he slaps a palm lightly against the countertop for service. )
"Don't worry about being cute right now"? Funny, considering what that pantomimed movement means. But go ahead and order whatever you like, and don't hold back. I'll definitely be getting something strong. It's been a while since I indulged like this with someone.
[The truth is, Rinne can't hold his alcohol that well. If he had to pick his poison, it'd be something sweet. Takasugi was never the type to judge, so maybe he should indulge a little too, but someone needs to take Takasugi home when he inevitably knocks himself out, and Rinne has always been the careful type when it comes to the things that matter. He'll go along with Takasugi for now, then monitor the situation after. Rinne doesn't want Takasugi to feel like he should hold back. They're here to celebrate and have fun. Takasugi deserves that. Despite all appearances, Rinne is not here to get drunk. He's only ever been after the feeling.
He slides into the seat next to Takasugi easily.]
Then I'll have some bourbon on the rocks! It's the reward I deserve for being cute.
[Rinne would have said this either way, but saying so right after his boss admits to it is... a new feeling.]
Seriously though, I didn't think our act would go as well as it did. We got really lucky with that! Are you like, a god of fortune or something? When your schedule frees up, we should do that again!
Do something impromptu like that again? Anytime is good, really. All you have to do is call, and I'll come running, from...
( it's an old-fashioned glass of whiskey for takasugi, where admittedly he's always a bit miffed that sake doesn't seem popular or prevalent here at all. it was the ideal drink to enjoy after a tough evening and with dinner, but he'll make do with something harsh in lieu of its absence.
despite his graceful looks, takasugi throws back the drink and savors the taste, an orange peel slapping against the glass while the ice tinkles softly. )
Actually. What do you think I'm so busy with, anyhow? Aside from the expeditions and whatever "challenges" Patho-Gen likes to throw our way. I told you that you could ask me anything, right?
[ Oh, wow. Rinne didn't peg Takasugi for the type to throw back a drink without flinching. Then again, when Rinne doesn't count the times Takasugi's health got in the way, he's always made everything look so effortless. He really does look like someone Rinne could ask anything. All Rinne has to do is call.
Rinne's lips part, as if the thought had only occurred to him just now. Well, no. Rinne knew he could approach Takasugi anytime. But just because the offer's there doesn't mean he should be taking it so greedily. Doesn't Takasugi need to rest? If he's anything like Rinne, though, then... ]
Figured you were busy doin' research. On this place, the people.
[ His brows furrow as he watches the ice in his glass melt. Bourbon is meant to be savored slowly, so he does just that. ]
Like, when I first moved to the city, I had to learn how to read and write. Then dealing with people was a whole other thing... Shit like that. And you like tinkering with what they've got around here, right? When I was a kid, I used to... [ He shakes his head. It's too soon for that story. ] What I'm saying is I didn't wanna mess with your vibe. Sure, you got a world to save, but you're having a lot of fun with it, yeah?
( swirling about them in tiny pockets is quiet laughter, and hidden company.
takasugi turns his hand, lifts the glass slightly to signal the bartender to top him up, and then pays close attention to how rinne chooses his words.
always careful, this one, until takasugi tries to reach beneath the armor and rip it off. he sips a little more slowly at the refill this time, the sting in his throat more than he expected. still, they never held back during his time; the guys in his company always let loose without a second thought. he felt the same—getting together with drinks should be a fun time.
and so— )
Ahhh. And that's what I don't get—why you're always jumping to some conclusion without consulting me first. You think you're going to... what, ruin my vibe?
( sip. )
When I said we'd shake things up in this boring world together? I don't say that to just anyone, you know. If I thought you were less than what I saw originally, then true, I would've cut ties by now. But I'm still here. Anyhow, it's partly research into our fellow Augmented, and partly building the capital to secure us a small area for performing, among other things. Like a camera-man who's frankly a bit annoying, I'll admit, next to the fact that his work is solid.
( it's the truth, even if he doesn't mention all his methods. the pleasant thrum of alcohol is slowly working its way into his head. )
[ He rolls his eyes. ] You think everyone's annoying.
[ And that's the thing. Rinne doesn't want to be everyone. And he knows this isn't the first time Takasugi's said this. Time and again, he'd always tell Rinne he was good. That he was enough. But even Takasugi had expectations, and Rinne wasn't always confident he could meet them, and...
Why is Rinne so hung up over what Takasugi thinks, anyway?
He takes another sip. ]
But a cameraman, huh? [ Rinne smiles at the thought. Will the cameraman tell him how good he looks on stage? Niki only cares about food and Takasugi's stingy in that department, so he hasn't exactly gotten any feedback on that. ] And here I thought we were just gonna rawdog our marketing 'til we went viral. Heh! Maybe being under your agency ain't so bad♪
Yeah, that's it. I work under you, so you're taking care of me. That's a real boss for ya! Niki takes care of me too, but that's kinda different. Niki wouldn't give a fuck if I went home and threw up on him right now. But you...
now it is hitting, the way his fingertips catch the condensation on the glass a bit more distracting. and why's he being challenged at a time like this, when he was already swallowing the embarrassment of being paid out by a younger man to come here? when he had been caught bouncing on his heels, rushing out the door blindly to find some common ground and be caught up in the whirlwind that was amagi rinne?
to mess with him, and pull the information he wanted out of him forcibly. that's what was so fun originally. now it feels like...
the question turns in his mind over and over, gaze slowly drifting away and to the countertop. )
he starts messing with that mop of dark red hair, using a free hand to scratch lightly at one of rinne's ears. )
Always trying to bite the hand that feeds you. But that's what makes you so charming, isn't it? There, there, Amagi-kun. No one in Valentia even comes close to you. You're handsome, and you've got a voice that would make anyone want to kiss you on the mouth.
( did he think he forgot the praise part? takasugi's face is flush with drink. )
[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
( how obedient. the control turns something pleasant in the pit of takasugi's stomach, as he takes his time, lazily running his tipsy fingers through rinne's hair. it must feel nice, with the way he's reacting. good. why deny yourself what you want? why follow all those rules and traditions that didn't matter anymore? he doesn't have room to criticize, as he's still walking the line of a hero without looking back. but it's there on the tip of his tongue nonetheless—
"have fun with me instead".)
And how would you have me stop them? Take all those kisses for myself?
( it's a joke. amagi-kun's a graceful creature, despite all his sharp edges, and so takasugi knows he'll get it. probably.
he draws his hand down, thumb caressing the edge of rinne's cheek. it's softer than he remembers, when he's not trying to push him away and fill the space between them with distance. it makes him miss something, but he's not even sure what he's missing, doing this, the cotton sensation in his head getting more prominent.
best not to press too hard, anyhow, when an idol's selling point was also their face. )
Send them my way in the future, and I'll take care of it. That's a manager's job, right? To keep my cute subordinates from getting too overwhelmed. Only, ...
he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
[ Rinne blurts it out before Takasugi can finish his sentence and declare its reality. It's not like that. That's not what he meant. He only said that because he... Nevermind. As if he could ever tell Takasugi that. Before Rinne can admit to something even more damning, he leans into the man's palm and holds it in his own. Chases the warmth before he takes it back or loses it entirely. ]
We're nothing like family, so I don't ask you to carry my burdens, but who else would put up with me?
( the word thrums in his ears like the slow pluck of an instrument. distant yet near. )
That's a deal more binding than a word or a touch, don't you think?
( and he can't be here forever. can't absorb this warmth for a minute eternity, rinne leaning into his touch.
he didn't mean for this to turn a touch solemn with his complaint, but what else can he do? it's lonely. it's lonely, to bask in a glow and be reminded of the fact that he isn't someone to lean on. the faint red on his cheeks will fade with time and sleep, but maybe this selfishness won't. )
But you don't have to see it as me carrying a burden. Just... blame me for what I'm about to do instead.
[ Rinne smiles wryly. Blame Takasugi? Come, now. A monarch is not about to push his responsibilities onto someone else—especially not when that someone won't give him the words he wants. Well, that's okay. It would be cruel to bind someone to him by blood or some other way, and he shouldn't be having these thoughts, anyway.
Once again, Rinne keeps this light. ]
Or we could blame it on the summer heat?
[ Niki said they had a song that went like that.
Rinne finally lifts his shy eyes to meet Takasugi's, but the contact is too much. He looks at the hand on his cheek again, hoping that when his face burns hot, Takasugi doesn't read into it. ]
I ain't about to make your body carry more than it has to. What the hell could you even do now? Honestly, I just wanted to thank you and apologize...
"What can I even do"? You can be a bit clueless sometimes, Amagi-kun. But it's cute. I like it. I like the clueless you.
Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )
[ Rinne furrows his brows in confusion. Clueless? But he likes that Rinne is? The words are strange and unfamiliar, especially when strung together like that. Come to think of it, he's younger than Takasugi, young enough to feel the difference between them. Takasugi probably thinks of him as a child: something soft and fragile, always a few steps behind. And it's nothing a king should think about, but sometimes, Rinne thinks it wouldn't be so bad to have someone older to lean on. Someone sharper and steadier who eases the weight of his shoulders. If such a person would like him—soft and clueless as he is—well, that would be nice. No wonder his brother wanted that.
But Rinne wasn’t that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugi’s sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would never… Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, he…
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of course—God knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alike…
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should just— ]
( the sin of keeping others near. he knows it well.
rinne was right when he said that touch has a way of keeping people connected to you, even if he's done it countless times without as much intent. sometimes, it was just fine to be present and appreciate the simplicity and beauty of a moment, hands locked so they wouldn't shake. life back then was so fleeting, you see, and no one wanted to admit they were chasing their fears away in the pursuit of each other. nobody wanted to face the fact that tomorrow could be their last, let alone takasugi.
but as a thumb traces the contours of rinne's palm in that adjacent lap, alcohol clinging to the inside of his mouth, takasugi remembers how hard rinne has read him. remembers the pain in his shoulder from being thrown against the wall, the soft sound of each clasp of his top coming undone echoing in his ears now more than ever. they'd been trapped, but everything felt real. they'd gnashed teeth at each other, but he enjoyed it more than a gentle smile looking past him.
think about him forever? he's thinking about him now, a man who couldn't read or write until a couple years past, struggling in a place so foreign. what had that even been like? takasugi can't imagine, his past filled with texts stacked on top of each other, his family lining up his supposed success since birth. can't imagine having his first experiences here, his first kiss. what other firsts of rinne's had he missed out on? and would takasugi be there to witness them?
but maybe the answer doesn't matter right now. he's not thinking about regrets as he brushes their lips gently together, careful not to take too much. he's just focused on how nice a warm breath feels against skin, and how he might want to lap the leftover taste of bourbon straight from rinne's mouth. a tender kiss that isn't just for show this time, a red ear flicking lightly for how it burns in his chest.
takasugi knows he's crossing a line, even as rinne's presence fills him up.
but for their sake, he can keep this transactional. )
( when the blood spills, he draws back, a tad dizzy in the face.
it takes a second for him to register what happened, but only a second. takasugi leans in without a word, tongue reaching eagerly for the red just beneath rinne's nose. cleaning him, as it were. he licks his own upper lip for traces of any remaining blood, not at all perturbed by this, only to say: )
[ Rinne shoves at Takasugi's chest, the distance sudden and all too present. He covers his mouth with a hand to protect it. What was that? The way he licked the blood off his lip was all too hungry to be called mere service.
Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]
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all the jab and assertion does is make him genuinely laugh, sharp canines showing for how wide his grin is.
it's fine. it's clear that rinne wants to have fun, and fun they shall have. they don't need to talk about the looming dangers, and whatever else. takasugi's good at living for the moment, but never at quelling what in him remains selfish, even if he's making his best attempt. which, he really did think it would easier before all this, and he can't promise he won't do it again. if only the stern comfort and frustration of being known hadn't made it obvious to him when he'd gotten a taste, though. )
Hahahah! Now there's an interesting proposal. You might say I'm already one of Choshu, at the very least. Those boring clansmen of mine couldn't compare in popularity, what with all the times they asked for my help instead of someone else's. But the stars in the sky are you two. I've already come crashing down in a blaze.
( as they get closer to the speakeasy, the entrance blends in pretty well, with empty kegs piled up outside, just waiting to be unloaded. the soft glow of the LED sign above gives it a nice touch, and as takasugi sticks a foot into the door—
he turns lightly before entering, lifting a hand to press two fingers together in a heart shape. )
But I'm looking forward to learning all those cute little hand signs you've mentioned. You will teach them to me, won't you? Of course you will. Since you brought them up, they've been on my mind.
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The finger heart cuts into Rinne's view. It guides his focus back to Takasugi's face, completely in his element under the signage lights. Whenever he finds himself captivated by something beautiful like this, Rinne nearly forgets he's on Earth to begin with. The idol of Choshu, huh? Another strange cocktail of emotions swirls inside him as heat blooms across his cheeks.]
Sure, I'll teach ya. But don't worry about being cute right now. What matters is showing 'em something that'll stick. Kon kon♡
[He makes a fox sign with his hand, lets it hop once in the air, then with the tips of his thumb and fingers pressed together, makes the fox jump over the heart and kiss Takasugi's cheek.]
Kyaha! See? Now you'll think about me forever.
[Or maybe just for tonight. It's scary to think about, fully knowing the consequences, but if words are binding... could they bind Takasugi to this world? Rinne's smile tries not to waver this time as he pushes himself past the guilt and into the speakeasy.]
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it's a powerful gesture, those fingertips pressing against his cheek.
because he almost stumbles, slapping a hand against the leftover warmth.
what? huh? what? he'll never wash this cheek again.
... actually. redact that. that's going a bit too far. but it isn't just the summer heat on his skin, is it? the fan-service a real idol doles out is trying to make him smile beyond his own will, and— )
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when it's just the two of them...
takasugi's glad his device had been in his pocket. if his other self had seen it, he would have had to snap it in half, or at least delete him, and he needed him for reasons right now. phew.
he pushes inside, eyes adjusting quickly to the low light as he claims an adjacent seat. there's probably some leftover pink in his face, but it won't matter before long, as he slaps a palm lightly against the countertop for service. )
"Don't worry about being cute right now"? Funny, considering what that pantomimed movement means. But go ahead and order whatever you like, and don't hold back. I'll definitely be getting something strong. It's been a while since I indulged like this with someone.
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He slides into the seat next to Takasugi easily.]
Then I'll have some bourbon on the rocks! It's the reward I deserve for being cute.
[Rinne would have said this either way, but saying so right after his boss admits to it is... a new feeling.]
Seriously though, I didn't think our act would go as well as it did. We got really lucky with that! Are you like, a god of fortune or something? When your schedule frees up, we should do that again!
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( it's an old-fashioned glass of whiskey for takasugi, where admittedly he's always a bit miffed that sake doesn't seem popular or prevalent here at all. it was the ideal drink to enjoy after a tough evening and with dinner, but he'll make do with something harsh in lieu of its absence.
despite his graceful looks, takasugi throws back the drink and savors the taste, an orange peel slapping against the glass while the ice tinkles softly. )
Actually. What do you think I'm so busy with, anyhow? Aside from the expeditions and whatever "challenges" Patho-Gen likes to throw our way. I told you that you could ask me anything, right?
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Rinne's lips part, as if the thought had only occurred to him just now. Well, no. Rinne knew he could approach Takasugi anytime. But just because the offer's there doesn't mean he should be taking it so greedily. Doesn't Takasugi need to rest? If he's anything like Rinne, though, then... ]
Figured you were busy doin' research. On this place, the people.
[ His brows furrow as he watches the ice in his glass melt. Bourbon is meant to be savored slowly, so he does just that. ]
Like, when I first moved to the city, I had to learn how to read and write. Then dealing with people was a whole other thing... Shit like that. And you like tinkering with what they've got around here, right? When I was a kid, I used to... [ He shakes his head. It's too soon for that story. ] What I'm saying is I didn't wanna mess with your vibe. Sure, you got a world to save, but you're having a lot of fun with it, yeah?
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takasugi turns his hand, lifts the glass slightly to signal the bartender to top him up, and then pays close attention to how rinne chooses his words.
always careful, this one, until takasugi tries to reach beneath the armor and rip it off. he sips a little more slowly at the refill this time, the sting in his throat more than he expected. still, they never held back during his time; the guys in his company always let loose without a second thought. he felt the same—getting together with drinks should be a fun time.
and so— )
Ahhh. And that's what I don't get—why you're always jumping to some conclusion without consulting me first. You think you're going to... what, ruin my vibe?
( sip. )
When I said we'd shake things up in this boring world together? I don't say that to just anyone, you know. If I thought you were less than what I saw originally, then true, I would've cut ties by now. But I'm still here. Anyhow, it's partly research into our fellow Augmented, and partly building the capital to secure us a small area for performing, among other things. Like a camera-man who's frankly a bit annoying, I'll admit, next to the fact that his work is solid.
( it's the truth, even if he doesn't mention all his methods. the pleasant thrum of alcohol is slowly working its way into his head. )
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[ And that's the thing. Rinne doesn't want to be everyone. And he knows this isn't the first time Takasugi's said this. Time and again, he'd always tell Rinne he was good. That he was enough. But even Takasugi had expectations, and Rinne wasn't always confident he could meet them, and...
Why is Rinne so hung up over what Takasugi thinks, anyway?
He takes another sip. ]
But a cameraman, huh? [ Rinne smiles at the thought. Will the cameraman tell him how good he looks on stage? Niki only cares about food and Takasugi's stingy in that department, so he hasn't exactly gotten any feedback on that. ] And here I thought we were just gonna rawdog our marketing 'til we went viral. Heh! Maybe being under your agency ain't so bad♪
Yeah, that's it. I work under you, so you're taking care of me. That's a real boss for ya! Niki takes care of me too, but that's kinda different. Niki wouldn't give a fuck if I went home and threw up on him right now. But you...
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[ For some reason, his chest hurts. ]
3/3
[ Distract. Deflect. Anything to make this conversation a little easier. Anyway, wasn't this night supposed to be fun? ]
Why? [ He smirks. ] Don't trust 'em like you trust your Rinne-kun?
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now it is hitting, the way his fingertips catch the condensation on the glass a bit more distracting. and why's he being challenged at a time like this, when he was already swallowing the embarrassment of being paid out by a younger man to come here? when he had been caught bouncing on his heels, rushing out the door blindly to find some common ground and be caught up in the whirlwind that was amagi rinne?
to mess with him, and pull the information he wanted out of him forcibly. that's what was so fun originally. now it feels like...
the question turns in his mind over and over, gaze slowly drifting away and to the countertop. )
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he starts messing with that mop of dark red hair, using a free hand to scratch lightly at one of rinne's ears. )
Always trying to bite the hand that feeds you. But that's what makes you so charming, isn't it? There, there, Amagi-kun. No one in Valentia even comes close to you. You're handsome, and you've got a voice that would make anyone want to kiss you on the mouth.
( did he think he forgot the praise part? takasugi's face is flush with drink. )
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?!?!!?
??!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!??
Now Rinne's the one red in the face. ]
I wasn't jealous.
[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
Case in point: ]
D-don't let 'em kiss me...
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"have fun with me instead". )
And how would you have me stop them? Take all those kisses for myself?
( it's a joke. amagi-kun's a graceful creature, despite all his sharp edges, and so takasugi knows he'll get it. probably.
he draws his hand down, thumb caressing the edge of rinne's cheek. it's softer than he remembers, when he's not trying to push him away and fill the space between them with distance. it makes him miss something, but he's not even sure what he's missing, doing this, the cotton sensation in his head getting more prominent.
best not to press too hard, anyhow, when an idol's selling point was also their face. )
Send them my way in the future, and I'll take care of it. That's a manager's job, right? To keep my cute subordinates from getting too overwhelmed. Only, ...
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he's always found it easy to act like he has no intentions when he actually does. that was the beauty of negotiating, wasn't it? blending truths with lies. only takasugi's not sure anymore, when this bittersweet feeling washes over him like the mood on a rainy day, brows furrowing slightly. he could write a poem to get all these feelings out, but even that seems a little silly right now.
he opts to pat rinne on the cheek, and then, almost in a pout: )
You said you didn't need me.
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[ Rinne blurts it out before Takasugi can finish his sentence and declare its reality. It's not like that. That's not what he meant. He only said that because he... Nevermind. As if he could ever tell Takasugi that. Before Rinne can admit to something even more damning, he leans into the man's palm and holds it in his own. Chases the warmth before he takes it back or loses it entirely. ]
We're nothing like family, so I don't ask you to carry my burdens, but who else would put up with me?
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( the word thrums in his ears like the slow pluck of an instrument. distant yet near. )
That's a deal more binding than a word or a touch, don't you think?
( and he can't be here forever. can't absorb this warmth for a minute eternity, rinne leaning into his touch.
he didn't mean for this to turn a touch solemn with his complaint, but what else can he do? it's lonely. it's lonely, to bask in a glow and be reminded of the fact that he isn't someone to lean on. the faint red on his cheeks will fade with time and sleep, but maybe this selfishness won't. )
But you don't have to see it as me carrying a burden. Just... blame me for what I'm about to do instead.
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Once again, Rinne keeps this light. ]
Or we could blame it on the summer heat?
[ Niki said they had a song that went like that.
Rinne finally lifts his shy eyes to meet Takasugi's, but the contact is too much. He looks at the hand on his cheek again, hoping that when his face burns hot, Takasugi doesn't read into it. ]
I ain't about to make your body carry more than it has to. What the hell could you even do now? Honestly, I just wanted to thank you and apologize...
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Your generous heart that breaks so easily when I push. Your hands, warm like a soft star.
( or at least, compared to his that tend to run cold.
which, don't worry about his body so much. in fact, quit worrying about it. not that he can say that right now, or even want to bring attention to it. he knows it's in rinne's face all the time, the shudders in his body so obvious with the change of weather. the way he almost stumbles after a long day of field research, or practice, and there's really nothing for it right now. but they should be focusing on happier things. they should be wasted, stamping on the countertop with song and dance. that's how this night was supposed to go, at least in takasugi's head. he never had a talent with drinking, but at least he had a talent for fun.
but when a young man with a soul on fire like amagi rinne looks at him so timidly, it makes him want.
two souls, that might as well be one. eventually, one might devour the other, but for now— )
There's an easier way to apologize. Let me show you.
( he brings their hands down, intertwining their fingers in rinne's lap.
and then leans in and tilts into him with his shoulder, pink dusting the back of his neck as he tries to kiss him. regardless of whether anyone else is watching, and regardless of how tipsy he is, the bitter taste of whisky still lingering on his lips. )
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But Rinne wasn’t that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugi’s sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would never… Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, he…
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of course—God knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alike…
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should just— ]
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Ah...
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rinne was right when he said that touch has a way of keeping people connected to you, even if he's done it countless times without as much intent. sometimes, it was just fine to be present and appreciate the simplicity and beauty of a moment, hands locked so they wouldn't shake. life back then was so fleeting, you see, and no one wanted to admit they were chasing their fears away in the pursuit of each other. nobody wanted to face the fact that tomorrow could be their last, let alone takasugi.
but as a thumb traces the contours of rinne's palm in that adjacent lap, alcohol clinging to the inside of his mouth, takasugi remembers how hard rinne has read him. remembers the pain in his shoulder from being thrown against the wall, the soft sound of each clasp of his top coming undone echoing in his ears now more than ever. they'd been trapped, but everything felt real. they'd gnashed teeth at each other, but he enjoyed it more than a gentle smile looking past him.
think about him forever? he's thinking about him now, a man who couldn't read or write until a couple years past, struggling in a place so foreign. what had that even been like? takasugi can't imagine, his past filled with texts stacked on top of each other, his family lining up his supposed success since birth. can't imagine having his first experiences here, his first kiss. what other firsts of rinne's had he missed out on? and would takasugi be there to witness them?
but maybe the answer doesn't matter right now. he's not thinking about regrets as he brushes their lips gently together, careful not to take too much. he's just focused on how nice a warm breath feels against skin, and how he might want to lap the leftover taste of bourbon straight from rinne's mouth. a tender kiss that isn't just for show this time, a red ear flicking lightly for how it burns in his chest.
takasugi knows he's crossing a line, even as rinne's presence fills him up.
but for their sake, he can keep this transactional. )
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it takes a second for him to register what happened, but only a second. takasugi leans in without a word, tongue reaching eagerly for the red just beneath rinne's nose. cleaning him, as it were. he licks his own upper lip for traces of any remaining blood, not at all perturbed by this, only to say: )
Oh? Maybe you are a pervert, after all.
( you know. casually. )
Anyhow, apology accepted.
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Rinne doesn't sense any malice from it, though. ]
Shut up. [ He swallows thickly. The bitter taste of their kiss travels down his throat. ] You're the worst.
[ But really, he's only projecting. ]
Is that how it's gonna be? Every time I do something wrong, you kiss me?
[ Oh, Niki was right. Rinne should have been careful with this one. ]
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