Someone you're not fond of? Who? How dare they, when this is my first time having a birthday on a calendar like this.
( it's probably easy to imagine that he is actually offended by this, a little )
But you said you don't want to think about it, so nevermind, let's drink then! We can save the dinner for another time. Want to come over? I've gotten one of those TV things, and I have plenty of alcohol.
So it's normal? It's as if they have no concept of personal space.
I want... Let me dress you up and we can go out to eat. But afterwards, I do just want to relax in one of our rooms. I don't care which, as long as it's just the two of us.
( given their close proximity, it doesn't take long for him to rasp his knuckles at esikko's door--the shower had been quick but thorough, ensuring that he won't leave the smell of smoke and dying skin on whatever it is that esikko picks out for him to wear. he's not entirely keen on dressing up, usually, preferring to stick to his monochromatic wardrobe, but for someone's birthday, especially esikko, he's not going to make a fuss about it. if it's the one day a year he has to wear something colorful, so be it.
for now, at least, he's got on a loose t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, blue plaid (see, some color makes it into his choices), and a pair of slides, as though fully intending to return back to esikko's room after their dinner date for sleep. makes more sense than coming over fully dressed, anyway.
his head tilts, waiting, as he gropes in his pocket for the package of cigarettes, confirming they're still there--it smells oddly floral outside esikko's door, which is somewhat typical, but this? it smells....stronger. demanding. has he been playing around with magic, again?
eyes narrowed, he knocks again, a little more insistent. )
( While the scent of his own blood has been a problem lately, an assortment of heavy duty enzyme cleaners have assured that his place only smells of the flowers he keeps in it. Until today, anyway. Try as he might, scrubbing wasn't enough to get this new floral smell off of him, one like camellias, almost like tea. He feels like it's a little tasteless, lingering wherever he walks like it does, but it does well to cover up the lavender and chrysanthemum stemming from his bandaged back, so maybe he shouldn't complain?
He'd complain even less if he knew those insistent knocks were due to it. As it is, he thinks Dabi must just be playing around with him, and so Esikko moves to open the door even as he's still putting in a second earring, smiling as soon as he sees that he's in pajamas. )
Come in~ I haven't set anything out for you, but now that the model himself is here, I can play around, right?
( How many times is he going to make him change... For now, he steps away from the door and leaves shutting it to Dabi, busying himself with finally securing his second earring. Dabi's been over before, but there are more plants, here and there, rearranged, and a bit more furniture as well. The front door opens into a sort of foyer of the suite, and up the stairs is where Esikko's bedroom is, which is where he's heading now. )
I should have gotten that big purple ribbon, already.
( the esikko that appears at the door seems--as normal as he can be; there's no bandaging that he can see, for now, and that smile might be weak, but it isn't pained--his eyes narrow, considering, as he slips inside. it's almost worse, now that the door isn't between them, and though he can tell that there's a lot of ambient smells, the combination of all of those damn plants inside, it isn't them that's causing this, either. it's a scent that isn't esikko's blood, isn't any of his flowers, or any of the cleaning agents that he's used to smelling in the higher rank rooms: so what is it? in a way, it makes him feel almost dizzy, as though the first full inhale does something that he doesn't quite understand.
he struggles out a laugh, half a chuckle, as he edges the door shut behind him, steps out of his shoes, and follows, bare feet padding along up the stairs. )
You don't wanna save that for dessert?
( mildly, bemused--there's something about the distance between them that he doesn't like, which means that he's jogging up the last few steps in order to come flush to esikko's back, sliding an arm around his waist from behind.
a playful roll of his eyes, as he guides them both together, hip to hip, to the bedroom door. he knows where it is. )
Don't think I wanna go out to dinner and have someone else than you looking at me.
( it's almost like he doesn't understand his tongue saying the words--like it says them without his consent, and with a soft huffing breath, he uses his free hand to edge open the bedroom door. there, at least, he'll let esikko go, mostly because he assumes that he'll have to get the myriad of outfits he'll be pushed into; his head is spinning a little, and that sweet, floral scent has only gotten worse, as though it's rubbed off on him from being so close. )
( It's strange, how foreign the sound of feet hurrying up after him are. Esikko notices it right away, a scratch at the back of his mind that's just uncomfortable enough to try and ignore. After all, the wrap of an arm around his waist from behind feels pleasantly possessive, and the little laugh that slips from him as he's guided along is so completely genuine that it feels— it feels like the sort of thing that might happen in a dream of his. A fantasy, actions not meant for him or normally aimed at him— but a dream is something where that's safe to be so. Here, the warmth of Dabi tucked so close to his side, and the words that wrap around him in sweet, over the top greed, are dangerous. He closes his eyes in a blink that lasts longer than it should, as if to extend that feeling, but then he's released, and the shocking difference of the emptiness at his side snaps him out of it.
He exhales softly, pressing into the room with an almost skipping step, like the energy might help him carry him through the moment without getting too stuck in his own head. )
No? ( It certainly has him beaming from the attention of it all, fleeting or not, and he flashes that smile back at Dabi with a little twirl of his steps. Like each one backwards is as inviting as it is distancing, curious to see if he'll stay in the doorway like he is. )
Well, I'd certainly have no complaints about having you all to myself, you know. ( His feet come to a stop in front of his wardrobe, where he turns to begin shuffling through the clothing he's managed to collect so far. ) But we might not have much in the way of dinner, if we stay here. I suppose we could order room service...
( He tosses one shirt, a nice, sleekly patterned button-up, onto the bed nearby. )
( like an insect, drawn towards the sweet smell, he lingers, steps forward, works himself towards the interior of the room like he can't let a certain amount of distance stretch between them; his possessive feelings aren't particularly unusual, given the way that he can easily sink towards obsession with certain things, but to be so blatant about it is new, and feels almost like the feelings tumble out of him before he can even think to pull them back. impatient, he swishes around the end of the bed, hands sliding down into his pockets like that might keep him from reaching out to touch esikko again.
the shirt gets a bemused look of dismay: it's not a bad shirt, but it's definitely something that he thinks esikko would like to see him in, more than he'd like to put on. )
Think about it. We get the ribbon, we fuck around with it, take a bath, order room service, fuck again...
( in a drawling tone, amused--but it isn't his birthday, and he really isn't going to deny esikko anything. in some ways, he thinks that going out might be better, if only because esikko will get the kind of attention he deserves, on a special day, from the staff.
--that, of course, does bother him a little, eyes narrowing at the thought, but he tries to push it down. instead, as he pries out a hand to point, playfully, at the bed: )
So am I wearing just a shirt, now? Where's the bottom part?
( Already, standing at the wardrobe like this was beginning to be a struggle. Dabi isn't loud behind him or anything, but he feels hyper aware of him there, the soft padding of his footsteps, the shift of cloth moving from hands sliding into pockets. Esikko's hands linger on an article of clothing that he can't really pay attention to, and the more Dabi speaks, the further his attention drifts.
From the clothes. Not from Dabi.
Those last questions earn a breath that can almost be mistaken for annoyance, with the way it follows a click of his tongue. But he whirls on his feet, dragging his hands away from the slacks he'd been barely looking at to cross back towards the bed, towards Dabi. )
You— ( Drawing that out just a little, Esikko leans into his next steps, hands reaching out to fist into the front of Dabi's shirt. ) —are being so impatient.
( And he loves every minute of it, from how he's smiling. He ducks his head enough to press their lips together, chaste yet insistent, balling his fists tighter. ) So now you don't get to wear anything. Give me a pass to do this ( a nod at the shirt on the bed ) later, and take it all off.
( immediately, his hands go up, like a prisoner that's being accused of something terrible--palms spread, fingers splayed, a surrender as esikko reaches out to grip the front of his shirt. his lips spread into a grin, easily amused; his gaze draws down to find the same sort of smile on esikko's face.
still, he can't help but tease-- ) 'You~ Are being So~ Impatient~'
( it's high-pitched, absolutely not at all a proper imitation of esikko's voice, but it doesn't matter. that teasing is easily swallowed up by the kiss, a chaste little thing, enough that he chases it back again to kiss esikko one more time, lightly, before he draws back to let him speak.
his gaze goes towards the bed, to the shirt, and then back to esikko again, amused. )
You're making me go to dinner naked?
( another playful drawl, but he lets his hands fall, squeezing in at esikko's waist on either side. )
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so i'd rather get drunk and fat with you than think about it.
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( it's probably easy to imagine that he is actually offended by this, a little )
But you said you don't want to think about it, so nevermind, let's drink then! We can save the dinner for another time. Want to come over? I've gotten one of those TV things, and I have plenty of alcohol.
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you wanna go eat, we can eat. i'll even let you dress me up.
it's your birthday, do the shit you wanna do.
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So yes, you're right, but the thing is... how do I say this? It's been difficult trying to go anywhere today. People are acting weird.
I do like the idea of dressing you up, though...
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well, whatever you want, just tell me. i'll shower now at least.
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I want... Let me dress you up and we can go out to eat. But afterwards, I do just want to relax in one of our rooms. I don't care which, as long as it's just the two of us.
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alright, you got it. i'll come by your suite once i'm done, so get whatever you want to put me in ready. you know, since my fashion sense sucks.
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Hehe. I'll get it all ready. Don't take too long, or I'll let my ideas run too wild.
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for now, at least, he's got on a loose t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, blue plaid (see, some color makes it into his choices), and a pair of slides, as though fully intending to return back to esikko's room after their dinner date for sleep. makes more sense than coming over fully dressed, anyway.
his head tilts, waiting, as he gropes in his pocket for the package of cigarettes, confirming they're still there--it smells oddly floral outside esikko's door, which is somewhat typical, but this? it smells....stronger. demanding. has he been playing around with magic, again?
eyes narrowed, he knocks again, a little more insistent. )
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He'd complain even less if he knew those insistent knocks were due to it. As it is, he thinks Dabi must just be playing around with him, and so Esikko moves to open the door even as he's still putting in a second earring, smiling as soon as he sees that he's in pajamas. )
Come in~ I haven't set anything out for you, but now that the model himself is here, I can play around, right?
( How many times is he going to make him change... For now, he steps away from the door and leaves shutting it to Dabi, busying himself with finally securing his second earring. Dabi's been over before, but there are more plants, here and there, rearranged, and a bit more furniture as well. The front door opens into a sort of foyer of the suite, and up the stairs is where Esikko's bedroom is, which is where he's heading now. )
I should have gotten that big purple ribbon, already.
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he struggles out a laugh, half a chuckle, as he edges the door shut behind him, steps out of his shoes, and follows, bare feet padding along up the stairs. )
You don't wanna save that for dessert?
( mildly, bemused--there's something about the distance between them that he doesn't like, which means that he's jogging up the last few steps in order to come flush to esikko's back, sliding an arm around his waist from behind.
a playful roll of his eyes, as he guides them both together, hip to hip, to the bedroom door. he knows where it is. )
Don't think I wanna go out to dinner and have someone else than you looking at me.
( it's almost like he doesn't understand his tongue saying the words--like it says them without his consent, and with a soft huffing breath, he uses his free hand to edge open the bedroom door. there, at least, he'll let esikko go, mostly because he assumes that he'll have to get the myriad of outfits he'll be pushed into; his head is spinning a little, and that sweet, floral scent has only gotten worse, as though it's rubbed off on him from being so close. )
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( It's strange, how foreign the sound of feet hurrying up after him are. Esikko notices it right away, a scratch at the back of his mind that's just uncomfortable enough to try and ignore. After all, the wrap of an arm around his waist from behind feels pleasantly possessive, and the little laugh that slips from him as he's guided along is so completely genuine that it feels— it feels like the sort of thing that might happen in a dream of his. A fantasy, actions not meant for him or normally aimed at him— but a dream is something where that's safe to be so. Here, the warmth of Dabi tucked so close to his side, and the words that wrap around him in sweet, over the top greed, are dangerous. He closes his eyes in a blink that lasts longer than it should, as if to extend that feeling, but then he's released, and the shocking difference of the emptiness at his side snaps him out of it.
He exhales softly, pressing into the room with an almost skipping step, like the energy might help him carry him through the moment without getting too stuck in his own head. )
No? ( It certainly has him beaming from the attention of it all, fleeting or not, and he flashes that smile back at Dabi with a little twirl of his steps. Like each one backwards is as inviting as it is distancing, curious to see if he'll stay in the doorway like he is. )
Well, I'd certainly have no complaints about having you all to myself, you know. ( His feet come to a stop in front of his wardrobe, where he turns to begin shuffling through the clothing he's managed to collect so far. ) But we might not have much in the way of dinner, if we stay here. I suppose we could order room service...
( He tosses one shirt, a nice, sleekly patterned button-up, onto the bed nearby. )
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the shirt gets a bemused look of dismay: it's not a bad shirt, but it's definitely something that he thinks esikko would like to see him in, more than he'd like to put on. )
Think about it. We get the ribbon, we fuck around with it, take a bath, order room service, fuck again...
( in a drawling tone, amused--but it isn't his birthday, and he really isn't going to deny esikko anything. in some ways, he thinks that going out might be better, if only because esikko will get the kind of attention he deserves, on a special day, from the staff.
--that, of course, does bother him a little, eyes narrowing at the thought, but he tries to push it down. instead, as he pries out a hand to point, playfully, at the bed: )
So am I wearing just a shirt, now? Where's the bottom part?
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From the clothes. Not from Dabi.
Those last questions earn a breath that can almost be mistaken for annoyance, with the way it follows a click of his tongue. But he whirls on his feet, dragging his hands away from the slacks he'd been barely looking at to cross back towards the bed, towards Dabi. )
You— ( Drawing that out just a little, Esikko leans into his next steps, hands reaching out to fist into the front of Dabi's shirt. ) —are being so impatient.
( And he loves every minute of it, from how he's smiling. He ducks his head enough to press their lips together, chaste yet insistent, balling his fists tighter. ) So now you don't get to wear anything. Give me a pass to do this ( a nod at the shirt on the bed ) later, and take it all off.
( Demanding. )
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still, he can't help but tease-- ) 'You~ Are being So~ Impatient~'
( it's high-pitched, absolutely not at all a proper imitation of esikko's voice, but it doesn't matter. that teasing is easily swallowed up by the kiss, a chaste little thing, enough that he chases it back again to kiss esikko one more time, lightly, before he draws back to let him speak.
his gaze goes towards the bed, to the shirt, and then back to esikko again, amused. )
You're making me go to dinner naked?
( another playful drawl, but he lets his hands fall, squeezing in at esikko's waist on either side. )
I'm your doll tonight. You undress me.