[Despite the fact his palm is open, the night is cold, the chill of Nier's fingers cuts through it. He shivers. Just slightly at the temperature shock of his touch, but it's a welcome feeling. Nier's coldness is about the only thing that can make him feel that way- and the warmth of his smile and his words more than makes up for it.]
...Guess not.
[His fingers close around the other's hand, and he feels them warm. Instantly.]
...Yeah. Kind of slept like shit today anyway. Uh, we could get a few hours before we go do stuff later. If you want.
[That depended on, well, how pressing Nier's errands were. Or how many of them he's got to fit into a night. So yeah. Agree or decline, it's probably more a matter of scheduling than actually wanting, or not wanting to.
[ nier’s grip on cloud’s hand tightens, just a little. and then bashfully — he turns his gaze away, pink tarnishing the paleness of his cheeks. ]
We could do a few things...I can make you dinner. Or we could spar. Or head to my room and rest together. Or...go on a date. [ it’s the first time he’s used that word in earnes. ] So long as it’s with you, I’m happy.
...Only Cloud raises his eyes, eventually- even if the sight of Nier's face ....and the blush on it, causes his gaze to drop down. Almost instantly. Likewise, his hand tightens.]
Lunch and dinner. Uh...
[Could he get fat? This sure seems a way to see. ...Probably not. But.]
It's okay. You've got things to do, right? So you shouldn't be running around after me.
[Sparring sounded good though. ...Problem was, so did the rest of it. Which... isn't really that helpful, huh.]
Katanas? [There's a note of curiosity in his voice. And it seems he's about to choose that, but-]
I got another idea. We can spar after work.
[Something to look forward to. And something to wind them both down.]
... I could, uh, make it up to you instead. The stuff from yesterday.
[ it's the asian caretaker in him trying to overfeed you, cloud. a love language in of itself. ]
I do — but they can wait. I'm not in a hurry.
[ quietly, he shuffles an inch closer. and then there's another step, until their shoulders are aligned, and he's peering right into the saturated blues of cloud's yees. ]
A date, then. [ one that doesn't go in the direction of feeling-less fucking. right. ] A real one.
[ and then he leans forward, puncuating that statement with a brief kiss to the corner of cloud's mouth. ]
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...Guess not.
[His fingers close around the other's hand, and he feels them warm. Instantly.]
...Yeah. Kind of slept like shit today anyway. Uh, we could get a few hours before we go do stuff later. If you want.
[That depended on, well, how pressing Nier's errands were. Or how many of them he's got to fit into a night. So yeah. Agree or decline, it's probably more a matter of scheduling than actually wanting, or not wanting to.
....But hey. You don't ask, you don't get.]
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[ the words are fluid, rushing forth like a stream of water. natural, and always honest. he inches a little closer. ]
Did you have something in mind? [ said with a cant of the head. the curiosity really is innocuous despite what transpired 2 days ago. ]
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His eyes drop- tellingly- at the implication behind said question- and they stay on the ground for a few seconds before he meets his gaze again.]
Don't know exactly. I just know I want to be with you for a while.
[Whatever that might entail. ...A few hours sleep, a few hours doing other stuff, or. well, more than that.]
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We could do a few things...I can make you dinner. Or we could spar. Or head to my room and rest together. Or...go on a date. [ it’s the first time he’s used that word in earnes. ] So long as it’s with you, I’m happy.
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holding hands and looking away from each other with red faces because there'salotoffeelingsgoingonandbothofthemaretooemotionallystuntedtodealwiththemlikenormalpeople
...Only Cloud raises his eyes, eventually- even if the sight of Nier's face ....and the blush on it, causes his gaze to drop down. Almost instantly. Likewise, his hand tightens.]
Lunch and dinner. Uh...
[Could he get fat? This sure seems a way to see. ...Probably not. But.]
It's okay. You've got things to do, right? So you shouldn't be running around after me.
[Sparring sounded good though.
...Problem was, so did the rest of it. Which... isn't really that helpful, huh.]
Katanas? [There's a note of curiosity in his voice. And it seems he's about to choose that, but-]
I got another idea. We can spar after work.
[Something to look forward to. And something to wind them both down.]
... I could, uh, make it up to you instead. The stuff from yesterday.
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I do — but they can wait. I'm not in a hurry.
[ quietly, he shuffles an inch closer. and then there's another step, until their shoulders are aligned, and he's peering right into the saturated blues of cloud's yees. ]
A date, then. [ one that doesn't go in the direction of feeling-less fucking. right. ] A real one.
[ and then he leans forward, puncuating that statement with a brief kiss to the corner of cloud's mouth. ]
That sounds nice.