[ December's been exhausting so far, and he still has more to do—
but he can take a small break to visit this new island in the sky, Patara; he's curious anyway, always insatiably so, so dressed warmly and fashionably (because who is he if he doesn't look stylish) he makes his ways through the streets of the new place. It's nice to see people aren't restricted by markings when it comes to purchasing things, not that he had to experience or anything....
...It's just nice. It'd be nicer if this could be the norm in the city. He's just stepping out of a shop with a loaded crepe, picking some berries off to pop in his mouth, when he sees ... Daseul.
He makes a face, thinks about leaving before he can be seen, and realizes his luck isn't actually that good when it comes to the other boy—so he's just going to cut out the middle man and head over instead. Small hopes, but maybe today won't be a headache; it isn't like Every conversation with Daseul turns out that way. A lot of them, but not all of them. ]
Good night ♪ [ Even though it's nowhere near night at all, actually. ] Enjoying PataRA?
[ Patara has been a godsend for Daseul. An expensive boy at heart, the stifling reality of not being able to purchase anything for himself has been slowly driving rich boy a little stir crazy, sick of his pilled sheets, his itchy clothes, the poor appliances in his apartment and the low quality of everything around him. It hasn't been an easy time- not that he'd ever tell anyone.
Here, though? Being able to buy himself clothes, coffee- even just little things has done wonders to cheer him up, and he's already feeling more like himself in a sweater worth four digits, slacks pressed to a sharp crease.
He seems pleased when he catches Natsume approaching, nursing his warm coffee. ]
[ —Tch. Natsume's face pinches almost immediately, and he huffs slightly as he turns his gaze away, reaching for another berry off of his crepe. ]
Don't look so hapPY. I figured you would've seen me anyway and come to bother ME, so I simply took matters into my own hands inSTEAD. It wasn't for any special reason or anything like THAT... [ That classic Natsume tsun,
he tucks his chin into his scarf after he's had another little bite of his food, slowly turning his eyes back to Daseul to look him up and down a bit before he speaks again. ] ...AnyWAY, you look NICE. Are you going on a date with someone or someTHING?
[ It's rather strange how little the people here know about him, how he's been so poorly dressed for so long that not even Natsume knows this is the way he used to look on the daily. Freshly pressed shirts dropped off by the housekeepers each morning, his blazer drycleaned and neatly hung on the back of his door. Here, it's kind of just... tattoo first, everything else later.
Natsume isn't wrong though; if he hadn't approached Daseul, Daseul absolutely would have beelined to Natsume the second he saw him. As is his way, after all. ]
Yes.
[ He holds out his arm in response, gesturing for Natsume to take it. ]
[ He stares blankly at him for a moment, then his arm, then back to... him... ]
...You're kidding, RIGHT?
[ ...No, he isn't, is he. He rolls his eyes, glancing away again. He could refuse, but he already knows Daseul's more persistent than... well, a lot of people he knows, actually, and he frowns against his scarf for a moment before he sighs. ]
FINE, but I'm not taking THAT. [ His arm, he means. ] We'll just walk normalLY. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about US.
[ He is absolutely not kidding, and he would have loved if Natsume decided to throw him a bone and touch his arm without first trying to give him an Indian burn. Though he's not delusional enough to actually think it would happen.
He drops his arm back to his side, not unhappy with the rejection, more curious that Natsume decided to hang out with him anyway. ]
Can I feed you?
[ What was that about people getting the wrong idea? ]
How romanTIC. [ :) ! ] No, you CAN'T. What did I just SAY...? HonestLY, you're as bad as...
[ ...as like, a handful of people he Likes, and Natsume stares into the middle distance for a moment. God. ]
Anyway, the answer is NO, for now and foreVER. I'm sure there's plenty of cute boys who'd like you to feed them if you're really itching to be all cozy with someONE, though I can't imagine what their personalities must be like if they like you that WAY.
[ A little— harsh, maybe, but he's prickly, and this place sucks, and you know, the usual. His cheeks are a bit red anyway, due to the cold, but being asked so directly didn't ... help ...
He can't stand straightforward people why are you all like this. ]
[ Strictly to embarrass and mortify Natsume is why Daseul is like this. He isn't upset by the rejection at all, and still stands just a step closer to Natsume than he needs to be. ]
It wouldn't be the first time.
[ That Daseul has fed him, anyway. Yeah, he watched the stream, what of it? Just maybe he recorded the hell out of it so he could keep it forever and maybe, maybe one day make Natsume watch it with him so they can recreate it. ]
[ What does he mean by... ugh, no, something happened on stream, didn't it. He makes a face, not sure if he wants to ask or go looking himself and, subsequently, systematically search and destroy every available recording and video of his clone that exists...
And, even more of a face at the instead there— ]
That's disgusTING. [ Feeding him with his mouth... ] What are you, a BIRD? Even Wataru-niisan wouldn't let one of his doves feed him like THAT.
[ Yes, he must stand exactly this close. If he's not allowed to hold hands, and not allowed to regurgitate food into Natsume's mouth, then this is the least Natsume can let him do. He doesn't seem at all like he's interested in moving even after Natsume points it out, that's for sure. Maybe he even edges just a little bit closer. ]
[ He half thinks that Daseul was born solely to annoy the hell out of him, but that's incredibly self-centered; certainly there are other people he was born to annoy to this extent, too. ]
You could always let me feed mySELF. [ A comment that's going to fall on deaf ears, surely, and Natsume exhales softly as he looks away. ] ...Fine, yes, HANDS. As long as they're CLEAN.
[ Fortunately, only Natsume has been blessed with this kind of obsessive need to annoy him. Are there other boys just as deserving of annoyance? Sure, but this is the one Daseul has chosen.
As soon as Natsume gives in and lets Daseul have his inevitable way, Daseul is already taking the crepe from Natsume's hands, pulling off a small mouthful (he is not about that unclean, messy life) and holding it in front of his mouth. ]
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but he can take a small break to visit this new island in the sky, Patara; he's curious anyway, always insatiably so, so dressed warmly and fashionably (because who is he if he doesn't look stylish) he makes his ways through the streets of the new place. It's nice to see people aren't restricted by markings when it comes to purchasing things, not that he had to experience or anything....
...It's just nice. It'd be nicer if this could be the norm in the city. He's just stepping out of a shop with a loaded crepe, picking some berries off to pop in his mouth, when he sees ... Daseul.
He makes a face, thinks about leaving before he can be seen, and realizes his luck isn't actually that good when it comes to the other boy—so he's just going to cut out the middle man and head over instead. Small hopes, but maybe today won't be a headache; it isn't like Every conversation with Daseul turns out that way. A lot of them, but not all of them. ]
Good night ♪ [ Even though it's nowhere near night at all, actually. ] Enjoying PataRA?
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Here, though? Being able to buy himself clothes, coffee- even just little things has done wonders to cheer him up, and he's already feeling more like himself in a sweater worth four digits, slacks pressed to a sharp crease.
He seems pleased when he catches Natsume approaching, nursing his warm coffee. ]
Now I am.
[ Mood: lifted. ]
You came over to me.
[ That's new. ]
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Don't look so hapPY. I figured you would've seen me anyway and come to bother ME, so I simply took matters into my own hands inSTEAD. It wasn't for any special reason or anything like THAT... [ That classic Natsume tsun,
he tucks his chin into his scarf after he's had another little bite of his food, slowly turning his eyes back to Daseul to look him up and down a bit before he speaks again. ] ...AnyWAY, you look NICE. Are you going on a date with someone or someTHING?
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Natsume isn't wrong though; if he hadn't approached Daseul, Daseul absolutely would have beelined to Natsume the second he saw him. As is his way, after all. ]
Yes.
[ He holds out his arm in response, gesturing for Natsume to take it. ]
Let's go.
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...You're kidding, RIGHT?
[ ...No, he isn't, is he. He rolls his eyes, glancing away again. He could refuse, but he already knows Daseul's more persistent than... well, a lot of people he knows, actually, and he frowns against his scarf for a moment before he sighs. ]
FINE, but I'm not taking THAT. [ His arm, he means. ] We'll just walk normalLY. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about US.
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He drops his arm back to his side, not unhappy with the rejection, more curious that Natsume decided to hang out with him anyway. ]
Can I feed you?
[ What was that about people getting the wrong idea? ]
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How romanTIC. [ :) ! ] No, you CAN'T. What did I just SAY...? HonestLY, you're as bad as...
[ ...as like, a handful of people he Likes, and Natsume stares into the middle distance for a moment. God. ]
Anyway, the answer is NO, for now and foreVER. I'm sure there's plenty of cute boys who'd like you to feed them if you're really itching to be all cozy with someONE, though I can't imagine what their personalities must be like if they like you that WAY.
[ A little— harsh, maybe, but he's prickly, and this place sucks, and you know, the usual. His cheeks are a bit red anyway, due to the cold, but being asked so directly didn't ... help ...
He can't stand straightforward people why are you all like this. ]
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It wouldn't be the first time.
[ That Daseul has fed him, anyway. Yeah, he watched the stream, what of it? Just maybe he recorded the hell out of it so he could keep it forever and maybe, maybe one day make Natsume watch it with him so they can recreate it. ]
I could do it with my mouth, instead.
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And, even more of a face at the instead there— ]
That's disgusTING. [ Feeding him with his mouth... ] What are you, a BIRD? Even Wataru-niisan wouldn't let one of his doves feed him like THAT.
[ . . .
pro...bably?
Probably. also— ]
Must you stand so CLOSE.
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So I can do it with my hands, then?
[ It's one or the other. ]
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You could always let me feed mySELF. [ A comment that's going to fall on deaf ears, surely, and Natsume exhales softly as he looks away. ] ...Fine, yes, HANDS. As long as they're CLEAN.
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As soon as Natsume gives in and lets Daseul have his inevitable way, Daseul is already taking the crepe from Natsume's hands, pulling off a small mouthful (he is not about that unclean, messy life) and holding it in front of his mouth. ]
Aah.