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[when was the last time he set his phone to silent? it's not nearly as liberating as he thought it'd be, and his fingers itch for something to hold — so he settles for two cylindrical wine glasses and an uncorked bottle of mascallan 1946]
[as soon as he sees a shock of blonde, the ends of his mouth lift and he's thrusting a glass into the chest of an old friend] Don't tell me that you plan on being the designated driver tonight of all nights, Atsuro.
[as soon as he sees a shock of blonde, the ends of his mouth lift and he's thrusting a glass into the chest of an old friend] Don't tell me that you plan on being the designated driver tonight of all nights, Atsuro.
[atsuro shrugs one-shouldered, his other hand caught up in surreptitious loosening of his navy blue tie — silk, brand-name, with all the stylish and frivolous trappings of his french mother. for all his surly exterior, though, he doesn't seem displeased to see souji, and if anything, the twitch of his lips might be a smile.]
No... no, it's just... if you'd hear my dad say it, the only alcohol worth imbibing is good old-fashioned Japanese sake. So, you know. I don't drink in public.
No... no, it's just... if you'd hear my dad say it, the only alcohol worth imbibing is good old-fashioned Japanese sake. So, you know. I don't drink in public.
Right. I forgot how much of a hoot your old man is.
[sometimes, souji barely recognizes atsuro; it's hard to tell if he's talking to a close friend or a close associate. irregardless, his own smile further widens into a grin, and he keeps the glass pressed in the place below atsuro's sternum] If you're not going to drink in public, just walk around with a filled glass in hand. As long as you don't stay stationary, no one will bother hunting you down and asking about college, the state of your grades, whether or not you're dating someone...
[sometimes, souji barely recognizes atsuro; it's hard to tell if he's talking to a close friend or a close associate. irregardless, his own smile further widens into a grin, and he keeps the glass pressed in the place below atsuro's sternum] If you're not going to drink in public, just walk around with a filled glass in hand. As long as you don't stay stationary, no one will bother hunting you down and asking about college, the state of your grades, whether or not you're dating someone...
[never one to refuse pressure from his friends, atsuro gives in and takes the glass from souji's hands after another moment, though it's hard to miss the way his eyes slide over to his father beforehand, as if to make sure the old dojo master isn't looking in his direction.]
You sound entirely too familiar with this. [and, holding the cup out so souji can fill it:] University sucks, but my grades are fine, and... and I can't get a girlfriend to save my life, but what else is new?
Et tu, Souji?
You sound entirely too familiar with this. [and, holding the cup out so souji can fill it:] University sucks, but my grades are fine, and... and I can't get a girlfriend to save my life, but what else is new?
Et tu, Souji?
[guess who's drunk]
SOUJI! There you are, there you are! Y'see... my pal... I've been lookin' for you. I've got words for you... do you wanna hear my words? Please, please hear my words. They are for you.
[aaaand he won't stop patting souji's shoulder because since when does izumi believe in personal space anyways?]
SOUJI! There you are, there you are! Y'see... my pal... I've been lookin' for you. I've got words for you... do you wanna hear my words? Please, please hear my words. They are for you.
[aaaand he won't stop patting souji's shoulder because since when does izumi believe in personal space anyways?]
When all your parents do is throw banquets and force you to come along, you kind of learn a thing or two. [visibly grimaces at what must be a traumatizing memory as he haphazardly floods atsuro's glass with wine, making sure to stop right before it reaches the brimming point] I've been fine, Kyoto's business program is unsurprisingly top-notch. I want to kill myself half the time, but it's... whatever.
[truthfully, he's been thinking of transferring, but that's not something someone easily reveals to begin with, forget about someone like souji, who's completely transfixed on keeping up appearances. looking at the bottle in his hand, he thinks about taking a swig straight from it. instead, he fills his cup one-fourths of the way, and takes a small sip.]
Still, that's what I call a classic Atsuro! Most people who've been single as long as you have just make up an excuse or change the subject entirely, but you? [he pauses, not entirely sure where he's going with this train of thought, and then shrugs, deciding to just run with it] You do you. Props, dude.
[truthfully, he's been thinking of transferring, but that's not something someone easily reveals to begin with, forget about someone like souji, who's completely transfixed on keeping up appearances. looking at the bottle in his hand, he thinks about taking a swig straight from it. instead, he fills his cup one-fourths of the way, and takes a small sip.]
Still, that's what I call a classic Atsuro! Most people who've been single as long as you have just make up an excuse or change the subject entirely, but you? [he pauses, not entirely sure where he's going with this train of thought, and then shrugs, deciding to just run with it] You do you. Props, dude.
[first, he makes sure that there's a sizable distance between him and izumi, unwilling to endure anymore incessant patting. second, he smiles. scarily pleasant.]
Give them to someone else, Izumi. Like Atsuro. Give them to Atsuro.
Give them to someone else, Izumi. Like Atsuro. Give them to Atsuro.
Why you gotta be so mean?! These are words that are meant for you, you, and only you. Right now. In this very moment. This place in time and space right now is just— wait no— time and space itself exists solely for us! Right here, right now, in this moment!
[he gets closer to souji with every word he speaks until both hands are now on the other's shoulders with a gentle squeeze and the biggest grin is plastered on his bright red face.]
[his breath smells like black out drunk grapes on prom night, and perhaps a hint of cheese to someone with a perceptive nose.]
My words, Souji, let me tell you them.
[he gets closer to souji with every word he speaks until both hands are now on the other's shoulders with a gentle squeeze and the biggest grin is plastered on his bright red face.]
[his breath smells like black out drunk grapes on prom night, and perhaps a hint of cheese to someone with a perceptive nose.]
My words, Souji, let me tell you them.
[in a voice so low, it almost sounds like a growl:] Izumi, stop being gay in front of my parents.
[wrenching himself out izumi's grip, souji makes a big show of throwing his head back and laughing, as if he'd been told the funniest punchline. he claps a hand on his friend's shoulder] Yeah, yeah. Tell me about it. Those Psychology majors are nuts, but that's exactly why you don't tell them about your collection of Meiru figurines on the first date, you dumbass. [the entire time, his hand had remained on izumi's shoulder, squeezing with each word] Hey, are you thirsty? You look thirsty. Let's get you some water, alright?
[wrenching himself out izumi's grip, souji makes a big show of throwing his head back and laughing, as if he'd been told the funniest punchline. he claps a hand on his friend's shoulder] Yeah, yeah. Tell me about it. Those Psychology majors are nuts, but that's exactly why you don't tell them about your collection of Meiru figurines on the first date, you dumbass. [the entire time, his hand had remained on izumi's shoulder, squeezing with each word] Hey, are you thirsty? You look thirsty. Let's get you some water, alright?
[literally. the most unimpressed expression. as he looks at his completely full glass with a disgust that easily says "souji, you fuckwit, are you trying to get me drunk?"... but he just sips enough off the top that his glass stops being a spill hazard, and says nothing about it.]
I don't know, maybe I've been running in the Circle of Single Dudes too long to really give a shit. It's not like I have time for dating, anyway... my program is pretty rough. And unless you've got a new booty call I wasn't aware of, you don't have a girl either, Souji.
[in a tone that suggests he's slightly defensive about it, though:] Well, look, it'll be easy enough to find someone after this degree in physical therapy. I wear a kimono ten hours of the day and I give great massages. What's not to love?
I don't know, maybe I've been running in the Circle of Single Dudes too long to really give a shit. It's not like I have time for dating, anyway... my program is pretty rough. And unless you've got a new booty call I wasn't aware of, you don't have a girl either, Souji.
[in a tone that suggests he's slightly defensive about it, though:] Well, look, it'll be easy enough to find someone after this degree in physical therapy. I wear a kimono ten hours of the day and I give great massages. What's not to love?
[izumi jumps a little but not because he is startled by the menacing presence looming behind him, but rather the voice of mister puberty.]
[because seriously he's not getting over this anytime soon in the foreseeable future.]
I-I-I told you, didn't I?! I did no such thing! I had zero interest in dicks that weren't my own back then! Besides t-this was years ago, Atsuro! Just let it go!
[because seriously he's not getting over this anytime soon in the foreseeable future.]
I-I-I told you, didn't I?! I did no such thing! I had zero interest in dicks that weren't my own back then! Besides t-this was years ago, Atsuro! Just let it go!
A-Also what the hell are you bringing Meiru into this for?! She is an innocent by stander! I wouldn't introduce her on the first date! What do you take me for? Shome sorta kinda baaaashic... uh... oh my god hold on hold on—
[he looks panicked for a moment and freezes in place. thirty seconds later he raises an arm to cover his mouth— because drunk or not he has some manners— to burp and starts laughing.]
That felt good! Water you said? Water! Precious hydration please! [he's patting souji's hand on his shoulder now, congrats!]
[he looks panicked for a moment and freezes in place. thirty seconds later he raises an arm to cover his mouth— because drunk or not he has some manners— to burp and starts laughing.]
That felt good! Water you said? Water! Precious hydration please! [he's patting souji's hand on his shoulder now, congrats!]
No, I don't follow your blog. It's bad enough that I follow you on Twitter and have no idea what you're tweeting about half the time.
[oh no. oh no oh no oh no. there are only a few ways this can end and atsuro starts with the worst possible one.] Izumi, don't tell me you're into crossdressers or something...
[oh no. oh no oh no oh no. there are only a few ways this can end and atsuro starts with the worst possible one.] Izumi, don't tell me you're into crossdressers or something...
No! Well, yes I mean some of my work has involved that but it's not a personal hobby— though I could probably pull it off well enough... I'm still a slender bishounen, after all.
[cue the pushing up of his glasses like all the glasses wearing characters in his animes do and the adjusting of his tie. shit's about to get real up in here atsuro, please hold on to your pantaloons. or run away.]
I am a fudanshi now, Atsuro. Chicks dig it, Comiket was good to me this year, I have no reason to be ashamed.
[cue the pushing up of his glasses like all the glasses wearing characters in his animes do and the adjusting of his tie. shit's about to get real up in here atsuro, please hold on to your pantaloons. or run away.]
I am a fudanshi now, Atsuro. Chicks dig it, Comiket was good to me this year, I have no reason to be ashamed.
[an expression of what can only be described as 'abject horror' slowly comes over atsuro's face as he realizes the full extent of what this implies:
that women enjoy the fact that izumi, a man, produces homoerotic pornographic manga; that said women purchase said manga in large quantities; that izumi is very likely making more money than atsuro; that atsuro hadn't even noticed that izumi's recent manga posts hardly ever depicted women.
atsuro decides he very badly needs a drink.]
Um. Well. Ooookay. [and with that, he runs a hand through his short-cropped blond locks, turning to the nearest waiter in frustration.] Hey, uh, could you get me something to drink? Anything. Just. Alcoholic and sweet. Thanks.
[turning back to izumi, he sighs and does his best to not seem too judgmental.] Um. Well. First of all, please do not ever wear girls' clothing. Second of all, that glitter took two fucking weeks to wash out, you ass.
that women enjoy the fact that izumi, a man, produces homoerotic pornographic manga; that said women purchase said manga in large quantities; that izumi is very likely making more money than atsuro; that atsuro hadn't even noticed that izumi's recent manga posts hardly ever depicted women.
atsuro decides he very badly needs a drink.]
Um. Well. Ooookay. [and with that, he runs a hand through his short-cropped blond locks, turning to the nearest waiter in frustration.] Hey, uh, could you get me something to drink? Anything. Just. Alcoholic and sweet. Thanks.
[turning back to izumi, he sighs and does his best to not seem too judgmental.] Um. Well. First of all, please do not ever wear girls' clothing. Second of all, that glitter took two fucking weeks to wash out, you ass.
Edited 2016-01-04 20:45 (UTC)
[he raises his hand to the waiter before he walks off]
Make that two please! Thank you!
[a big grin creeps across his face as he looks back to atsuro expectantly, twiddling his thumbs behind his back because ah yes, there's that same old atsuro he knows and loves, terrified stare and all.]
I told you I didn't do it! No dick touching has been done, expect to my own. By me, for me, and once by this one chi— oh! Atsuro! Now that I'm looking at you properly... you should really pose for me! I'll reward you handsomely! You're the perfect build for my new characters!
Make that two please! Thank you!
[a big grin creeps across his face as he looks back to atsuro expectantly, twiddling his thumbs behind his back because ah yes, there's that same old atsuro he knows and loves, terrified stare and all.]
I told you I didn't do it! No dick touching has been done, expect to my own. By me, for me, and once by this one chi— oh! Atsuro! Now that I'm looking at you properly... you should really pose for me! I'll reward you handsomely! You're the perfect build for my new characters!
Did you not just imply that I am not a slender bishounen?! [snapped rather loudly — then atsuro remembers where he is, and scans the crowd rather nervously, but nope, his parents are still chatting up some politician, blissfully unaware of their son's battle with his perverted otaku buddy...]
Look, I don't need to know who's touched your dick — I just want to know who touched mine. And five years later, you're still the most likely suspect!
[and because it would not undermine their Deep Friendship if he did, atsuro goes on, in the same breath:] Also, I don't mind posing for you exactly, but I'd appreciate not having to do anything with another guy. And the character I'm posing for had better be cool.
Look, I don't need to know who's touched your dick — I just want to know who touched mine. And five years later, you're still the most likely suspect!
[and because it would not undermine their Deep Friendship if he did, atsuro goes on, in the same breath:] Also, I don't mind posing for you exactly, but I'd appreciate not having to do anything with another guy. And the character I'm posing for had better be cool.
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