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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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. ]