[ he sounds unfortunately much fonder than he's meaning to. also his ears are bright red, so at least it's not a face time call. goddammit he fell into that hook line and sinker. ]
( samatoki can practically hear the embarrassment in ichiro's voice, so it's easy to picture what he looks like on the other side. why does he make this so easy? )
Yeah, couple times. Doesn't make it any less true, you ass. [ he wasn't really expecting a phone call out of samatoki tonight, so this is... it's kind of nice. catch him curling up with his phone a tiny bit like a teenage girl. shut up .] Not just doing that cause you're hot, though.
Because I like you. [ that comes quick, as easy as breathing; he's such an affectionate guy, it's not that embarrassing. ] You make me nuts sometimes, but life'd be boring as hell otherwise. I mean, yeah, you're really hot. I was totally sure you answered the door shirtless that one time on purpose.
[ a brief pause; the fondness bleeds into his tone a little further. it's a late night, and curling up with his phone like this is almost close enough to the real thing. ] ...But I don't think I've ever wanted somebody else this bad. You're not like anybody else I've ever met.
[ he laughs, soft. ] Don't let your head get too big, though, you still piss me off half the time.
( there's a pause from the other end of the line as samatoki listens to ichiro. his heart is doing weird things he isn't sure if he likes, but the feeling that comes wit hearing ichiro's words just make him feel so... warm. he's never felt anything like it before, at least, not as strongly as right now.
he has no idea how to put his own thoughts together like ichiro just did, so hopefully his message is pretty obvious even if he puts it this way: )
... Thanks for feeding my ego. ( well. ) But I like you too.
The last thing your ego needs is feeding. [ ichiro mutters, but he sounds fond when he says it: yeah, he doesn't really mind feeding his ego that much when it's the truth.
there's a little bit of a rush of joy that comes with saying all that stuff, though, so he grins into the receiver on his end, curling around his phone a little closer. it means a lot just to hear samatoki say something like that, so let him go off on cloud 9. ] This was probably the best job perk ever. Day's always a little better when you're around. [ a pause: ] You're still gonna help me pierce my ear, right?
[ he's sounding more like a puppy by the second. ]
( samatoki laughs softly, appreciating ichiro's frankness and eagerness. sometimes it feels like he's adopted a puppy ever since he started talking to ichiro beyond the usual delivery talk. it's probably one of the best things he's ever done but good luck trying to get him to say that out loud. )
Yeah, I didn't forget. Next time you come over, we can do it then.
( he's waiting for ichiro to say he wants to come over right now, really. )
[ ichiro hums a pleased noise into the phone, the idea sending a pleased thrill down his spine. he'd said with one of his...the idea's way, way too appealing. ]
Okay. Cool. [ kind of a lame response, but he's still a little giddy, warm sounding. he's not the type of person who has crushes that often, and even when he has been on dates--well, no one's ever really been like samatoki.
his voice stays warm, and, yeah, he is trying not to say that he wants to come over right now. ] It'll be soon, okay? I've gotta work for the next couple days, tonight's my last night off, but I'll come over as soon as I can get a break.
( are they seriously doing this right now? fighting the obvious urge to say they want to be in the same place, right now. samatoki isn't going to be the one who says it, no matter how badly he wants ichiro to be here. )
I don't mind waiting. ( not true. fake news. ) Just let me know.
[ ichiro makes an affirmative noise, soft, and a companionable silence falls over the phone. he likes that, staying close to samatoki when they're quiet, doing their own thing, laying with his head in his lap while he plays granblue. it'd be nice to have that right now, just to be close to him.
...
fuck it. ]
...You're not at the usual place now, are you? [ it's not hesitant, really, but ichiro asks anyway: he's looking for a positive answer. he does have the night off tonight, after all. ]
( the silence lingers between the two of them, and it's comfortable and familiar enough that samatoki isn't complaining. he thinks he can fall asleep just listening to ichiro's breathing, a rhythmic (nearly hypnotic) in, out, in, out, but it's not the same over the phone.
it doesn't even come close. so he doesn't even hesitate when ichiro speaks up again. )
I'm here.
( ichiro doesn't need to know he had somewhere else to be but he'd stood them up as soon as he got this call. )
Okay. [ it comes out in a whoosh of air, almost a little giddy. if samatoki's listening carefully, he'll hear the sounds of ichiro moving, dropping onto the ground to switch from his house shoes to his jordans, his keys rattling in a tray.
he's already on his way. ] I've got tonight off. We could watch Netflix, or, I could get takeout, or--
[ anything, as the words come tumbling out of his mouth, as he's hurrying out of the door, anything to spend time with you. ]
[ samatoki almost laughs, but he holds it back, trying to act cool. it's hard to miss the shift in tone though, because he sounds just as giddy and happy as ichiro does. ]
Get takeout. I'm starving.
[ he doesn't even care what kind of food ichiro gets so long as it ends up with them ending up at the same place. ]
Got it. [ it's not like he doesn't know samatoki's favorites, and the fastest place to get them. what kind of delivery boy worth his salt wouldn't? ichiro just feels--giddy, warm with the idea of a night with his favorite non-family person, even if they do absolutely nothing at all.
all that warmth bleeds into his tone, too. ] See you soon, Samatoki-san. [ the honorific's rare, but it slips in every now and then; it feels natural in his mouth, like he's identifying somewhere that feels like home. ]
[ the fondness seeps through every syllable of every word he just said. he didn't plan on seeing him tonight but this is a pleasant surprise and he's definitely not complaining. he'll take any chances he gets to spend more time with the one he likes... even if he'll never admit that out loud.
still, whenever ichiro comes over, he'll find samatoki waiting for him just like he said he would. ]
Not a chance. [ what kind of delivery boy worth his salt is late? not ichiro, which is where all of this started. his choice of extra employment isn't what puts the softness and affection in his voice, though--it was just a lucky chance, that they crossed paths.
and now this, ichiro with a bag from the pork cutlet house hanging off of his wrist as he opens the door and toes out of his shoes. there's a sense of domesticity to his -- ] Hey, I'm home. [ because he meant for the 'tadaima' to come out teasing, but it mostly sounds disgustingly gooey instead, like he's realized that saying that implies a bunch of things about their relationship (which is exactly what happened.)
now that he's managed to embarrass himself a little, ears red, ichiro ducks his head and shucks his trademark headphones to hang on a coat hook, then trots over towards the kitchen like...well, like this place is home. ]
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you gotta say it out loud, ichiro
it means shit all if youre just typing it behind a screen
( teasing him is so easy. )
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i'll call you right now, deadass
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[ he sounds unfortunately much fonder than he's meaning to. also his ears are bright red, so at least it's not a face time call. goddammit he fell into that hook line and sinker. ]
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You already did that though.
( heh. )
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okay, it kind of is. it's very true, anyway. ]
Yeah, couple times. Doesn't make it any less true, you ass. [ he wasn't really expecting a phone call out of samatoki tonight, so this is... it's kind of nice. catch him curling up with his phone a tiny bit like a teenage girl. shut up .] Not just doing that cause you're hot, though.
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So why are you doing it? Tell me everything.
( you know, just keep talking to him forever. )
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[ a brief pause; the fondness bleeds into his tone a little further. it's a late night, and curling up with his phone like this is almost close enough to the real thing. ] ...But I don't think I've ever wanted somebody else this bad. You're not like anybody else I've ever met.
[ he laughs, soft. ] Don't let your head get too big, though, you still piss me off half the time.
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he has no idea how to put his own thoughts together like ichiro just did, so hopefully his message is pretty obvious even if he puts it this way: )
... Thanks for feeding my ego. ( well. ) But I like you too.
( good enough. )
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there's a little bit of a rush of joy that comes with saying all that stuff, though, so he grins into the receiver on his end, curling around his phone a little closer. it means a lot just to hear samatoki say something like that, so let him go off on cloud 9. ] This was probably the best job perk ever. Day's always a little better when you're around. [ a pause: ] You're still gonna help me pierce my ear, right?
[ he's sounding more like a puppy by the second. ]
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Yeah, I didn't forget. Next time you come over, we can do it then.
( he's waiting for ichiro to say he wants to come over right now, really. )
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Okay. Cool. [ kind of a lame response, but he's still a little giddy, warm sounding. he's not the type of person who has crushes that often, and even when he has been on dates--well, no one's ever really been like samatoki.
his voice stays warm, and, yeah, he is trying not to say that he wants to come over right now. ] It'll be soon, okay? I've gotta work for the next couple days, tonight's my last night off, but I'll come over as soon as I can get a break.
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I don't mind waiting. ( not true. fake news. ) Just let me know.
( he pauses. )
I'll make sure I'm at the usual place.
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...
fuck it. ]
...You're not at the usual place now, are you? [ it's not hesitant, really, but ichiro asks anyway: he's looking for a positive answer. he does have the night off tonight, after all. ]
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it doesn't even come close. so he doesn't even hesitate when ichiro speaks up again. )
I'm here.
( ichiro doesn't need to know he had somewhere else to be but he'd stood them up as soon as he got this call. )
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he's already on his way. ] I've got tonight off. We could watch Netflix, or, I could get takeout, or--
[ anything, as the words come tumbling out of his mouth, as he's hurrying out of the door, anything to spend time with you. ]
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Get takeout. I'm starving.
[ he doesn't even care what kind of food ichiro gets so long as it ends up with them ending up at the same place. ]
I'll keep the door unlocked.
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all that warmth bleeds into his tone, too. ] See you soon, Samatoki-san. [ the honorific's rare, but it slips in every now and then; it feels natural in his mouth, like he's identifying somewhere that feels like home. ]
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[ the fondness seeps through every syllable of every word he just said. he didn't plan on seeing him tonight but this is a pleasant surprise and he's definitely not complaining. he'll take any chances he gets to spend more time with the one he likes... even if he'll never admit that out loud.
still, whenever ichiro comes over, he'll find samatoki waiting for him just like he said he would. ]
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and now this, ichiro with a bag from the pork cutlet house hanging off of his wrist as he opens the door and toes out of his shoes. there's a sense of domesticity to his -- ] Hey, I'm home. [ because he meant for the 'tadaima' to come out teasing, but it mostly sounds disgustingly gooey instead, like he's realized that saying that implies a bunch of things about their relationship (which is exactly what happened.)
now that he's managed to embarrass himself a little, ears red, ichiro ducks his head and shucks his trademark headphones to hang on a coat hook, then trots over towards the kitchen like...well, like this place is home. ]