young dumb and broke

[melocoton]

TFLN.
t's been a while since 've posted an open tfln, so. post your muse! pick your texts! be sfw or not! idc

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[zazen]

I'm being adventurous right now?

[Using his teeth now.]

[remoulade]

( he laughs; it’s true. but then softer, mostly to himself. )

I only call you.

[zazen]

I would have it no other way.

[Not letting up now. Ramuda might get his way.]

[remoulade]

( thaaaaaat’s reassuring to hear aloud. he grins and tangles a hand back into jakurai’s hair. )

You're the only name in my phone. ( others are just numbers he’s come to recall. )

[zazen]

Not even Ichiro-kun? Samatoki-kun?

[Biting a little harder, edging on possessive.]

[remoulade]

Numbers.

( teammates are great but it doesn’t mean they’ll stay. if he doesn’t add them, he won’t have to delete them. )

[zazen]

[And Ramuda thinks that he will stay. Bold. But not untrue. Jakurai will stay.]

Mm.

[remoulade]

( it’s only the booze allowing such guarded thoughts to surface. )

Take me home.

[zazen]

[Shifting. Picking him up. He can get Ramuda, and the grocery back he brought along.]

We're going home.

[remoulade]

( he’s too tired and drunk to even care about images right now. his arms loosely curl around jakurai’s shoulders. )

You smell nice.

( thanks. )

[zazen]

I showered before you texted me.

[Down the stairs and back into his car. Buckle in your Ramuda’s!]

[remoulade]

( it’s gonna be a bumpy ride eyyyy. )

What a gentleman.

( he snorts, curling up on his side in the passenger seat. )

[zazen]

[Truthfully he was winding down for the night hence the sweats.]

Mm.

[Rolling the windows down to let Ramuda have fresh air.]

[remoulade]

( hmmmmmm. )

Or, ya know, not a gentleman. Either works.

[zazen]

[That gets a laugh.]

Gentleman dont typically have violent pasts, hm?

[remoulade]

( he tosses him a coy grin. )

Reformed gentlemen might.

[zazen]

Do you believe I am reformed enough?

[Pulling into his apartment complex.]

[remoulade]

I don’t like reformation.

( he murmurs it with a little shrug. )

I think you’re fine.

[zazen]

You were always more for destruction.

[Picking him back up out of the car.]

[remoulade]

Not always.

( just the ones who deserve it. it’s a wide net. regardless, he plays with jakurai’s hair as he’s carried. )

[zazen]

[Getting him inside and putting him in his bed.]

Mm, not always.

[remoulade]

( for once, he doesn’t actually want to destroy this. he rolls onto his side and flicks his gaze up to jakurai. )

Stop being so tall.

[zazen]

I can’t.

[ Bending for him.]

[remoulade]

Mhmmmm.

( ramuda smirks and removes a hair tie from his wrist to pull jakurai’s hair up into a lovely messy bun. )

It’s always so soft. ( he hates that he likes it so much. )

[zazen]

Is it?

[He loves the affection. A lot. Something he never had previously.]