You’re the one with a reputation to keep, Mr. Cult Leader.
[ getou’s hand falls after patting them against his chest, and he brushes their knuckles together, feather-light, hooking his little finger around getou’s just for a moment. those blue eyes never leave him, curious and calculating a million different possibilities every second. ]
It’s fine. No one but you was gonna see it anyway. [ it’s a face only Getou could pull out of him, but if he wants it to be just for them, it’s fine. Gojou doesn’t need the world to know about this. this night is already more than he thought he’d ever get to feel again. ]
Come on. What am I winning you? Just cause you got mine early doesn’t mean you’re getting out of our date so easy.
( He's meant to be better than this. He's meant to be stronger than his pesky feelings, more able to keep them at bay. Maybe letting Gojo back into his life was a mistake, hadn't he thought that scorching the earth behind him would be better? He was supposed to stick to it. Because there's something tight and terrible in his chest when Gojo looks at him, something twisting uncomfortably at just the slightest brush of their hands. All the background noise around them fades - and he's usually so aware, so honed in on all the filth around him - to the point where it's just them.
Geto misses him. He misses him so much it feels like a wound.
His jaw tightens briefly, eyes fathomless. Then he sighs, gaze flickering away. ) I want a Pokémon.
[ Getou pauses and stares at him for a moment, and Gojou feels like he can't move. Wonders if some other shoe is about to drop, and then Getou's eyes flicker off and the tension bleeds away into arcade noise. ]
Yeah? [ it's cute. ]
[ Gojou grabs his hand and tugs him up to the next floor. It's quieter here, and they have more space to wander the aisles and look at all the figures and plush in the machines. ]
Pick whatever you want, I'll win it for you. [ he's watching getou out of the corner of his eye, what starts as reading body language and ends with him just admiring getou. the way he's filled out and sharpened with age, grown into what were always handsome features. ]
( He finds a claw machine meeting his exactly standards, turns to lean against the glass one one shoulder, arms crossed against his chest. There's a sea of fat, dark coloured plushies inside, and Geto smiles. )
The Gengar, please.
( He lifts a hand, taps a painted nail against the glass. )
[ gojou pauses when getou finds the claw machine he wants, and wonders at the casual way he leans up against it and folds his arms over his chest like he does this all the time, and hasn't forsaken the human world to run a cult. ]
He is pretty fat.
[ god he's cute. gojou walks over and digs in his pockets for the tokens, pushing a few in and biting at his lower lip as he leans close to the glass, eyes sharp. ]
( He makes an appropriately pleased noise, all but fluttering his eyelashes, something semi-playful and almost flirtatious in the way he gives his old friend a once over. )
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IM SO SORRY LIFE EXPLODED AANSDKAMSNS. I exist again if you wanna continue anything!!
[ getou’s hand falls after patting them against his chest, and he brushes their knuckles together, feather-light, hooking his little finger around getou’s just for a moment. those blue eyes never leave him, curious and calculating a million different possibilities every second. ]
It’s fine. No one but you was gonna see it anyway. [ it’s a face only Getou could pull out of him, but if he wants it to be just for them, it’s fine. Gojou doesn’t need the world to know about this. this night is already more than he thought he’d ever get to feel again. ]
Come on. What am I winning you? Just cause you got mine early doesn’t mean you’re getting out of our date so easy.
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Geto misses him. He misses him so much it feels like a wound.
His jaw tightens briefly, eyes fathomless. Then he sighs, gaze flickering away. ) I want a Pokémon.
( Childish, semi-stubborn, but playing along. )
A plushie though. Let's look.
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Yeah? [ it's cute. ]
[ Gojou grabs his hand and tugs him up to the next floor. It's quieter here, and they have more space to wander the aisles and look at all the figures and plush in the machines. ]
Pick whatever you want, I'll win it for you. [ he's watching getou out of the corner of his eye, what starts as reading body language and ends with him just admiring getou. the way he's filled out and sharpened with age, grown into what were always handsome features. ]
[ he missed this. him. all of it. ]
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The Gengar, please.
( He lifts a hand, taps a painted nail against the glass. )
That one. He's the fattest.
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He is pretty fat.
[ god he's cute. gojou walks over and digs in his pockets for the tokens, pushing a few in and biting at his lower lip as he leans close to the glass, eyes sharp. ]
Watch. I won't even use limitless.
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Impress me.
( All the way flirtatious then. )
I know you can.