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["Oi, Sleeping Beauty." Riku's first thought, fogged with sleep as his brain is, is "Aurora?" But then he comes back to reality a little more fully and both eyes peel open to stare blearily at the figure in the doorway.]
... thanks. [His voice is scratchy with sleep and it takes him a moment to really convince himself to move, though he ends up just rolling from his side onto his belly, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.] I feel like I slept for about thirty seconds. You really did only take a few minutes...
[Oh Riku, you and your worlds filled with pop culture references...
But if he thinks he's getting away with being a lazy bum, Kaneda's going to stride over and sit on the small little bit of bed that isn't occupied by Riku's body, just where his waist and hips meet. His butt scoots back, knocking right up against the boy's stomach and propping elbows on Riku's side, as if he were nothing more than an armchair.]
Traffic lights are more like a suggestion.
[His wrist wiggles the travel mug in front of his face.]
[He lets out a huff of a laugh, then shifts again, twisting in place so as to not disturb Kaneda's position too much. Looks like he's not going to actually get up anytime soon. For now, Riku props himself up on one elbow, reaching to take it. In this position he can stay laying down but still drink the tea.]
Mmn. Green?
[He hadn't really properly considered what kind it would be, even. Which isn't surprising, given he was close to dead a few moments ago. Riku sighs gently into his first sip, reaching with his free arm to circle Kaneda's waist loosely with it.]
[It's a good thing Riku always adjusts himself to what he does--its kind of fitting in a way, how they seem to compliment each other almost naturally. Riku's chill personality meshed pretty well with Kaneda's high energy one, but even when they're both in a more relaxed state...they seemed to just fit.]
Don't really remember how long I brewed it. We got this new machine, yeah? It makes hot water come out of it and you can put these plastic things in and it makes coffee.
[Bull bought a Keurig.]
Amazing.
[His hand reaches down, ghosting over Riku's arm that's wrapped tightly around him.]
[That touch on his arm makes him open his hand, following Kaneda's to catch it in his own. He's curled up around him like a weird cat, so at the same time he just lets himself sprawl again, his temple flat on the mattress. This way he doesn't have to support himself with his arm, at least, and the nature of the travel mug means he can drink out of it from this angle without worrying about spilling it. (Sippy cups are the best invention.)
Riku yawns again, propping the mug between them so it doesn't fall and he can rub at his eyes. It'll take him a bit to actually wake up a hundred percent, though Kaneda keeping him talking is definitely helping.]
You made the tea in that thing? I'm honored you'd make me something so fancy.
[Riku's cat-like curl around him just settles him in even more, and while the silver haired man might be trying to wake up, the position they're in and the shared body heat just kind of have the opposite effect on the biker himself. He felt far more lethargic than he did coming into the room, and right now...a nap does sound pretty good.
Not that he'll admit to that just yet.]
Cost me two whole dollars at the store for an entire box.
[Riku smiles lazily up from the mattress, reaching up to push a little of his hair out of his face. Not that it's at all neat to begin with -- sleeping with it down just invites the most spectacular bedhead -- but he does, unbeknownst to popular opinion, prefer to be able to see. Next he reaches up toward Kaneda, the fingers of his free hand sliding up into his hair.]
I asked you to come wake me up, but I'm pretty cozy. Don't know about you.
[What Riku calls 'behead' is more like a lion's mane, and Kaneda can't help but laugh at his vain attempt to shove it out of his eyes. While it was far from clean cut, it's unruly nature and long length suited Riku perfectly. He can't even imagine him with shorter hair. And when he tries...all he can think of is how stupid it looks.
And he'd actually say that to him too.
His head tilts, though, into the touch of those fingers threading through his own short, but messily cut hair. Not unlike a dog who's leaning in for ear scritches.]
Mmm.
Not yet. [His body tilts more, flopping down in the empty space Riku's body naturally didn't cover on the mattress. The travel mug may have been in the way, but he trusts the man will move it before his body bounces on the soft surface.]
[Riku can imagine himself with short hair and it's a disaster that he will never re-enact. He cut it as a mark of a fresh start before his exam, but coming back and really being able to see the contrast made him really question that decision. At any rate, it doesn't matter now, because he can't help but smile at that look on Kaneda's face. He's like a puppy...
Riku does pick up the mug and reaches to set it on the window sill, above the bed. He keeps up ruffling that black hair, though his hand slows eventually, and he just curves it along the base of Kaneda's skull. They're facing each other, so Riku stretches forward to kiss him softly.]
Looks like lunch is going to have to wait, then. That okay by you?
[Riku's fine with it. If they have to get delivery, that's the same thing, isn't it? They might as well just eat here.]
[It made you look five years old on a 20-year-old body Riku and that is the weirdest damn thing and never do it ever again.
But Kaneda does look rather content where he's at, the smile on his face reminiscent of the blissful look of his own golden retriever whenever he came home, friend in tow or not. Capsule always seemed to be by default happy, and Kaneda was sporting that same exact look now, nuzzled into his giant boyfriend and letting those fingers rake through his hair.
The kiss gets a shit-eating grin out of him, teasingly pressing back just at the tail end of it.]
Nope.
Order in.
[Honestly, did you really think he'd say he'd wait for some food? He's already pulling out his comm to do it.]
Well, it'll have to wait however long the delivery takes, anyway.
[Ah, and there's a phone in his face. He stretches up just a little, enough that he can make eye contact over the edge of the phone, eyebrows raised. This guy...]
Hm... does the sushi place deliver nigiri as well as rolls, or just rolls...?
[He'd figure rolls would be easier to deliver, but pieces sound better right now. If not sushi, though, he's going for noodles instead. While Kaneda figures out food, though, he's just gonna go ahead and get the blanket back into the equation, drawing it over both of them with a wide arc of his arm so that it fills with air and takes a moment longer to come down on top of them than it might regularly. He's made a little cave with it, both of their faces illuminated by Kaneda's communicator.]
I'd be okay with whatever you feel like too, though. I mean -- or we could always get more than one thing.
[You said the magic words, Riku. For someone like Kaneda, 'more food' is always an option, and 'finishing it' was never a concern in his eyes. He browses the phone, pulling up the sushi place to quickly double check.]
Nigiri's on here, looks like, must be your lucky day! [Not that he can complain. He could go for some hamachi sushi right now...]
So we'll get some of that, and...you said another thing...the takeout place delivers.
[Don't mind if he shifts himself under that blanket though, nestling so his back is to Riku's chest as he holds the phone in front of them both.]
Well, I should hope it delivers, because I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
[Even if Kaneda wanted to go, Riku's not allowing it. He's much too cozy -- even the promise of something yummy isn't enough to make him want to give that up. Especially now that Kaneda's snuggled up against him, Riku's arms coming up automatically to hold him there.
He rests his chin on Kaneda's head, watching the screen with a sleepy look on his face. See, the whole point of this was to get out of bed, but... now he's unwilling to. The idea of the air in the rest of the room, cooler than in this little nest of theirs, is just not acceptable at this point. Riku lets out a sigh, content.]
Well, I did want to go out today, but... I think this is actually better.
[He originally was going to, but this is such a better alternative. The high energy teen did like lounging around whenever he could, and if he could do it while snuggled against his boyfriend, then more power to him.
He'd learned to navigate the comms pretty well by now, bringing up the online menus and picking out something for himself, and then holding it up just a bit so Riku could take his pick.]
[Lounge around now so you can run around being a shitlord for longer.
Riku lets out a hum at this question, stretching his neck up so he can see, then reaches up to tap an option.]
Shoyu ramen.
[This sounds good to him. Usually, a restaurant that does takeout gives you a heaping amount of food when you sit in, and less when you get takeout, by virtue of the size of the takeout container. That being said, this place always seems to give them just as much for takeout as you'd get while eating at the actual restaurant. But Riku hasn't forgotten sushi, either, and he dips his chin a little, breathing into Kaneda's hair gently as he navigates to that.]
Get something you think looks good.
[With that, though, he's gonna close his eyes again, his hand lowering again and fingers brushing Kaneda's sleeve.]
[Kaneda plugs that order in without a word, setting it up to pay with cash once it actually gets here. With the order placed, email confirmation that literally no one reads unless you thought you got the address wrong and everything, Kaneda moves to the sushi.
Rolls, pieces...they were still a new revelation to Kaneda, who could never have had fish back in the day if his life depended on it. And honestly, his life was the reason he couldn't. Fish, the ones that hadn't died on site from the attack on Tokyo, were probably mutated and inedible from radiation. ]
I like the yellowtail...
[And at Riku's final comment, he just wiggles into his embrace more.]
[Riku hums, closes his eyes again. It's warm and cozy and Kaneda's doing this to him on purpose, but he can't even be mad. It used to be so seldom he could relax like this at all. Now it's a little different, but he appreciates it just as much.]
Mm. I'll have revenge on you yet.
[That being said, he just presses his forehead against the curve at the base of Kaneda's skull, his nose brushing the back of his neck gently and his eyes closed. For now, maximum coziness is required, before they have to get up again and pick up all that food. Even then he can be convinced to retreat back to bed, though the noodle broth might be an issue.]
You were up properly before this, though, weren't you?
[Look, he can't help it he exerts a lot of heat. Not that he would deny being guilty of keeping Riku lying next to him in that bed. The guy seemed so stiff and stoic when they first met. To have him with his arms linked around his torso, back to front as they scroll through a takeout menu on the comm...
It was a might lighter, natural look for Riku. It made him shine more.
You know, if you were into that mushy stuff.]
I'm shaking.
[Kaneda is not into that mushy stuff.]
Yep. And then you had to go and be an enabler and get me into your bed. What are we gonna do with you, huh?
[His tongue clicks against his teeth in a tsk, finalizing the sushi before setting the phone to the side. He just got almost one of everything, hope that's good with you, Riku.]
[Riku lets out a low rumble of a laugh, then shifts, rolling so he can prop himself up on his elbows, lying half on Kaneda and half on the bed. This way he can see his face, but it also means that he has to push one side of his hair behind his ear, so it's not in either of their faces. Not that he thinks he'll mind, though, either -- Kaneda seems to like it enough, despite how much shit he gives him for it.]
An enabler, huh? I guess I can't argue.
[He puts one hand forward, finding that phone and shoving it under his pillow both so it's not in the way and so it won't get lost.]
[Kaneda's smile is a dead giveaway of his mood, spread across his face as he relaxes into that hold. He didn't mind Riku's long mane--he always said it seemed to fit him best (no matter how much he jokes about it being so unruly). Hell, he can't even imagine the man without it.
He can only think of Kagami. And that's not a thought he's too keen on associating with his boyfriend, thanks.]
Me?
[He laughs, hair falling into his face with a quick turn of his head.]
[That's quite all right with him, if he doesn't keep them associated in his brain. There are a whole slew of reasons one wouldn't want to, after all. Riku wouldn't either, if he could help it. But honestly, that's enough about that, and instead he reaches up to pull Kaneda's cheek, smirking.]
No, never.
[From this angle he can stretch up and press his mouth to the line of his jaw, and he does, the curve never leaving his lips. His hand at his cheek relaxes again, fingers spreading so he can lay his hand flat, keeping him held turned toward him.]
Not even how you ran out of strawberries at midnight or something and I had to come to your rescue, the other day. Never ever does that happen.
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... thanks. [His voice is scratchy with sleep and it takes him a moment to really convince himself to move, though he ends up just rolling from his side onto his belly, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.] I feel like I slept for about thirty seconds. You really did only take a few minutes...
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But if he thinks he's getting away with being a lazy bum, Kaneda's going to stride over and sit on the small little bit of bed that isn't occupied by Riku's body, just where his waist and hips meet. His butt scoots back, knocking right up against the boy's stomach and propping elbows on Riku's side, as if he were nothing more than an armchair.]
Traffic lights are more like a suggestion.
[His wrist wiggles the travel mug in front of his face.]
Your tea.
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Mmn. Green?
[He hadn't really properly considered what kind it would be, even. Which isn't surprising, given he was close to dead a few moments ago. Riku sighs gently into his first sip, reaching with his free arm to circle Kaneda's waist loosely with it.]
It's good.
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[It's a good thing Riku always adjusts himself to what he does--its kind of fitting in a way, how they seem to compliment each other almost naturally. Riku's chill personality meshed pretty well with Kaneda's high energy one, but even when they're both in a more relaxed state...they seemed to just fit.]
Don't really remember how long I brewed it. We got this new machine, yeah? It makes hot water come out of it and you can put these plastic things in and it makes coffee.
[Bull bought a Keurig.]
Amazing.
[His hand reaches down, ghosting over Riku's arm that's wrapped tightly around him.]
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Riku yawns again, propping the mug between them so it doesn't fall and he can rub at his eyes. It'll take him a bit to actually wake up a hundred percent, though Kaneda keeping him talking is definitely helping.]
You made the tea in that thing? I'm honored you'd make me something so fancy.
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[Riku's cat-like curl around him just settles him in even more, and while the silver haired man might be trying to wake up, the position they're in and the shared body heat just kind of have the opposite effect on the biker himself. He felt far more lethargic than he did coming into the room, and right now...a nap does sound pretty good.
Not that he'll admit to that just yet.]
Cost me two whole dollars at the store for an entire box.
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[Riku smiles lazily up from the mattress, reaching up to push a little of his hair out of his face. Not that it's at all neat to begin with -- sleeping with it down just invites the most spectacular bedhead -- but he does, unbeknownst to popular opinion, prefer to be able to see. Next he reaches up toward Kaneda, the fingers of his free hand sliding up into his hair.]
I asked you to come wake me up, but I'm pretty cozy. Don't know about you.
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And he'd actually say that to him too.
His head tilts, though, into the touch of those fingers threading through his own short, but messily cut hair. Not unlike a dog who's leaning in for ear scritches.]
Mmm.
Not yet. [His body tilts more, flopping down in the empty space Riku's body naturally didn't cover on the mattress. The travel mug may have been in the way, but he trusts the man will move it before his body bounces on the soft surface.]
Now I'm cozy.
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Riku does pick up the mug and reaches to set it on the window sill, above the bed. He keeps up ruffling that black hair, though his hand slows eventually, and he just curves it along the base of Kaneda's skull. They're facing each other, so Riku stretches forward to kiss him softly.]
Looks like lunch is going to have to wait, then. That okay by you?
[Riku's fine with it. If they have to get delivery, that's the same thing, isn't it? They might as well just eat here.]
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But Kaneda does look rather content where he's at, the smile on his face reminiscent of the blissful look of his own golden retriever whenever he came home, friend in tow or not. Capsule always seemed to be by default happy, and Kaneda was sporting that same exact look now, nuzzled into his giant boyfriend and letting those fingers rake through his hair.
The kiss gets a shit-eating grin out of him, teasingly pressing back just at the tail end of it.]
Nope.
Order in.
[Honestly, did you really think he'd say he'd wait for some food? He's already pulling out his comm to do it.]
What do you want.
this trash boy i love him so much
[Ah, and there's a phone in his face. He stretches up just a little, enough that he can make eye contact over the edge of the phone, eyebrows raised. This guy...]
Hm... does the sushi place deliver nigiri as well as rolls, or just rolls...?
[He'd figure rolls would be easier to deliver, but pieces sound better right now. If not sushi, though, he's going for noodles instead. While Kaneda figures out food, though, he's just gonna go ahead and get the blanket back into the equation, drawing it over both of them with a wide arc of his arm so that it fills with air and takes a moment longer to come down on top of them than it might regularly. He's made a little cave with it, both of their faces illuminated by Kaneda's communicator.]
I'd be okay with whatever you feel like too, though. I mean -- or we could always get more than one thing.
[There's an idea. A tiny feast.]
he tries his best
Nigiri's on here, looks like, must be your lucky day! [Not that he can complain. He could go for some hamachi sushi right now...]
So we'll get some of that, and...you said another thing...the takeout place delivers.
[Don't mind if he shifts himself under that blanket though, nestling so his back is to Riku's chest as he holds the phone in front of them both.]
he does good work
[Even if Kaneda wanted to go, Riku's not allowing it. He's much too cozy -- even the promise of something yummy isn't enough to make him want to give that up. Especially now that Kaneda's snuggled up against him, Riku's arms coming up automatically to hold him there.
He rests his chin on Kaneda's head, watching the screen with a sleepy look on his face. See, the whole point of this was to get out of bed, but... now he's unwilling to. The idea of the air in the rest of the room, cooler than in this little nest of theirs, is just not acceptable at this point. Riku lets out a sigh, content.]
Well, I did want to go out today, but... I think this is actually better.
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[He originally was going to, but this is such a better alternative. The high energy teen did like lounging around whenever he could, and if he could do it while snuggled against his boyfriend, then more power to him.
He'd learned to navigate the comms pretty well by now, bringing up the online menus and picking out something for himself, and then holding it up just a bit so Riku could take his pick.]
I'm getting the Kitsune Udon. You?
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Riku lets out a hum at this question, stretching his neck up so he can see, then reaches up to tap an option.]
Shoyu ramen.
[This sounds good to him. Usually, a restaurant that does takeout gives you a heaping amount of food when you sit in, and less when you get takeout, by virtue of the size of the takeout container. That being said, this place always seems to give them just as much for takeout as you'd get while eating at the actual restaurant. But Riku hasn't forgotten sushi, either, and he dips his chin a little, breathing into Kaneda's hair gently as he navigates to that.]
Get something you think looks good.
[With that, though, he's gonna close his eyes again, his hand lowering again and fingers brushing Kaneda's sleeve.]
Ugh. I'm sleepy. You're warm.
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Rolls, pieces...they were still a new revelation to Kaneda, who could never have had fish back in the day if his life depended on it. And honestly, his life was the reason he couldn't. Fish, the ones that hadn't died on site from the attack on Tokyo, were probably mutated and inedible from radiation. ]
I like the yellowtail...
[And at Riku's final comment, he just wiggles into his embrace more.]
Pretty great, huh.
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Mm. I'll have revenge on you yet.
[That being said, he just presses his forehead against the curve at the base of Kaneda's skull, his nose brushing the back of his neck gently and his eyes closed. For now, maximum coziness is required, before they have to get up again and pick up all that food. Even then he can be convinced to retreat back to bed, though the noodle broth might be an issue.]
You were up properly before this, though, weren't you?
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It was a might lighter, natural look for Riku. It made him shine more.
You know, if you were into that mushy stuff.]
I'm shaking.
[Kaneda is not into that mushy stuff.]
Yep. And then you had to go and be an enabler and get me into your bed. What are we gonna do with you, huh?
[His tongue clicks against his teeth in a tsk, finalizing the sushi before setting the phone to the side. He just got almost one of everything, hope that's good with you, Riku.]
Out of control, I swear.
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An enabler, huh? I guess I can't argue.
[He puts one hand forward, finding that phone and shoving it under his pillow both so it's not in the way and so it won't get lost.]
It's not like you're gonna complain, either.
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He can only think of Kagami. And that's not a thought he's too keen on associating with his boyfriend, thanks.]
Me?
[He laughs, hair falling into his face with a quick turn of his head.]
I never complain about anything~
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No, never.
[From this angle he can stretch up and press his mouth to the line of his jaw, and he does, the curve never leaving his lips. His hand at his cheek relaxes again, fingers spreading so he can lay his hand flat, keeping him held turned toward him.]
Not even how you ran out of strawberries at midnight or something and I had to come to your rescue, the other day. Never ever does that happen.