[ he's going to rub his cooties all over it, watch out.
souji takes one look at the offered haori before accepting it. he sets it aside for now—on the dryer parts of the bed—before rising up to continue stripping off the rest of his clothes. the pants stay though, because wow. can't go that far on the first date— ]
This sure is nostalgic.
[ he slips on the haori, feels the familiar texture of the fabric on his skin. he hasn't worn it in what feels like forever. ]
[First date pls like they aren't already sleeping together.
Though as Souji says that, Saitou realizes - he never did ask precisely when Souji arrived from. Partly because he never wanted to hear that far about the future; he's afraid of what he might hear, even if he feels that (unlike Hijikata, unlike Kondou) he could ask Souji, if he really wanted to.
Partly he never asked because here, when everyone came from never seemed as important as the fact that they were here, and they were all each other had.]
[ souji hasn't thought about it, mostly because he's spent much of that time recovering from silver bullet wounds (thanks kaoru). all he really cares about is that it was a really long time. ]
[There's not an awful lot to say to that, really - especially not for someone as naturally taciturn as Saitou. So rather than try to come up with something, he just takes a seat next to Souji. Close enough to be awfully convenient, if Souji wants him to be, but not quite close enough to be invading his space, if he doesn't.]
[ souji appreciates the proximity. he doesn't move to get any closer or anything because this is enough—plus he's sure saitou won't like it if he got him wet, his hair is still soaked after all. ]
It's fine, you know. [ pause. ] But I might keep this for a while.
[ this, being the haori he now wears. it's his now. ]
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souji takes one look at the offered haori before accepting it. he sets it aside for now—on the dryer parts of the bed—before rising up to continue stripping off the rest of his clothes. the pants stay though, because wow. can't go that far on the first date— ]
This sure is nostalgic.
[ he slips on the haori, feels the familiar texture of the fabric on his skin. he hasn't worn it in what feels like forever. ]
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Though as Souji says that, Saitou realizes - he never did ask precisely when Souji arrived from. Partly because he never wanted to hear that far about the future; he's afraid of what he might hear, even if he feels that (unlike Hijikata, unlike Kondou) he could ask Souji, if he really wanted to.
Partly he never asked because here, when everyone came from never seemed as important as the fact that they were here, and they were all each other had.]
How long has it been?
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[ souji hasn't thought about it, mostly because he's spent much of that time recovering from silver bullet wounds (thanks kaoru). all he really cares about is that it was a really long time. ]
Longer than it should have been.
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It's fine, you know. [ pause. ] But I might keep this for a while.
[ this, being the haori he now wears. it's his now. ]
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But in the meantime he'll just look slightly dumbstruck at that.]
Why?
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Why not?
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[ PUPPY-DOG FACE. ]
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So it's settled.
[ it's not like he would have given it back even if saitou protested some more. ]
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You're impossible.
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[Whoa. A...joke?]
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Because you like the impossible.
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[ :) ]
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[ even though saitou's right: it wouldn't have mattered in the end. ]
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[ aka love him, please. he won't be this nice to anyone else!! ]
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[r u fuckin kidding me]
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[ he's w a i t i n g. ]
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You're the worst.
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