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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[passio]

[ dextera is… captivated. he’s not a bumpkin from the past, so he knows what carbonation is, scientifically, but it still feels exciting to watch something fizz up like this. it’s almost like it’s alive, but that’s a weird thought he’s not going to share.

instead, he crouches, eye-level with the glass so he can watch the head of it form, the minuscule bubbles bouncing around near the rim of the glass. delightful! ]

…

[ he touches his own mouth, curious. how did it get that dark color? he’s been noticing the color of things a lot more, in the absence of so much of it in this town. ]

[swordfucker]

[This is his favorite thing today, the rest of today will be great. He smiles down at Dextera, taking the glass to take a sip before he even answers anything like that. This is definitely just normal cola, and it's not even hot. Thank god.

He hands the glass out to Dextera, inviting.]

It's still junk food, so it's not that good for you, but it's nice to have on occasion. It's sweet. Here, try some.

[passio]

[ dextera takes the glass, holding it reverently, since he knows this is something guren adores and it’s nice of him to share. he almost rejects it, but it’s a moment he wants to have. trying new things—that’s one of his delights, here in the town. ]

…?

[ out of habit, he sniffs it first, and some of the fizz pretty instantly gets up his nose. he turns away, covering his mouth, and there’s a sound that’s probably a sneeze?! luckily, nothing spills. ]

[swordfucker]

[Oh my god, he has to cover his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing. It's not working... Dextera. Dextera.]

[passio]

[ STOP BULLYING

dextera presses the back of his hand to his nose to try to suppress the tickle, but the damage is already done. guren is laughing at him! ]

Nngh…

[ he’ll be fine! he shakes it off, and looks at the cola with a renewed vigor. he’s still excited to try it, but now it sort of feels like something to conquer.

his mouth overlaps about halfway with the imprint of guren’s lips on the glass, and his first impression is that—it hurts? and then he realizes it’s not pain, just fizz, and something very sweet. it’s an electric mix of sensations, and his eyes widen slightly. ]

[swordfucker]

[Guren looks proud, now that he's done laughing, dropping his hand away and watching him try it. He's definitely a little too focused on the indirect kiss thing, which he's shoving away from the back of his mind and scolding himself for, but beyond that... it's just a cute reaction.]

So, what do you think?

[passio]

[ dextera doesn’t know what he thinks.

it’s addictive? he wants to keep drinking it, even though it’s not nearly as refreshing as plain water, but the carbonation makes it interesting. he’s like an animal… entertained by the smallest things. ]

…

[ he doesn’t say anything, but both hands are holding the glass now, and he takes a pointedly longer drink. he did get hot chocolate from a quest—maybe it’s becoming obvious that he has a sweet tooth. ]

[swordfucker]

[...He's going to share cola with Dextera as much as he can with these bottles. Before it goes flat, too...]

I'm gonna take that as you like it. Just let me know if you want some more. [So, he'll go ahead and pour some in the other glass, picking it up to take a nice long drink as well. He missed!! Cola!!!]

[passio]

[ dextera watches guren as he drinks his present. it’s weird, incredibly sweet and fizzy, but it’s nice, too—he’s surprised that it’s guren’s favorite, even if he shouldn’t be. ]

Happy?

[ look at him, fishing for compliments... he can’t humbly give a gift. ]

[swordfucker]

[He's precious, and as Guren lets out a refreshed exhale, he laughs at that questioning.]

Isn't that obvious? You can tell when I'm happy, so why do I have to tell you? [But he's grinning, and he nudges Dextera with his elbow, playfully.]

Thank you. Seriously. But if you get one of those things again, use it on something important, instead.

[passio]

[ a little smile, when guren nudges him, and... he’s already drained the glass of cola. his throat burns a little, actually, and it feels weird in his stomach, but the taste was good and he wants more.

not like he’s going to ask for that! ]

This is important.

[ how could guren expect him to say anything else? ]

[swordfucker]

...

[What does he say to that. It's so stupid, so sweet, that he doesn't know what to do with himself. His free hand presses to his own face, now, trying to hide the way he's grinning about it all. It's... nice. It feels nice.]

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

[His hand drops away, and he quite literally waves off that topic after another sip of his cola. He'll offer Dextera more soon enough. For now, he's just glad that that party didn't make Dextera feel weird about spending time with him.

He'd been a little worried.]

[passio]

[ his excitement, of course, may have had a hand in that—he already said that he doesn’t like coming over here, especially uninvited, but here he is anyway. trying to make guren happy outweighs all of that, and he’s glad to have been able to do it.

he just likes guren. ]

Next, curry.

[ he remembers what guren likes—and it sounds silly, maybe, to wish on a well for a plate of curry, but it’s still true that dextera doesn’t need a thing.

this, however, is said a little playfully. ]

[swordfucker]

Don't you dare.

[He says it with a grin, or a smirk, really, stepping closer when they're already quite close. He's drawn to him, he can't help it, and it would be so easy to place a hand at Dextera's waist and bring them even closer, talk just like that.

But he remembers himself, and sets his empty glass of cola to the side, turning as he does to break that sudden tension he just created.]

Save it for something you want. Do you want more cola?

[passio]

[ dextera reads it in the air even so. there’s something, for a moment, between them—and he anticipates a touch that never comes. it surprises him, though he’s not sure if he’s surprised at the desire or the lack of contact.

for now, he just nods, ducking closer to the bottles and holding his glass out. it’s guren’s glass, really, that he just kind of stole, but it’s also his now. ]

Sweet. [ duh, but it’s just an observation ] I like sweet.

[swordfucker]

...Then this stuff was made for you.

[He'll pour him another glass, and he'll pour himself one, too. Might as well, since he's so god damn thirsty— I mean, he needs something to do with his hands, and holding a glass works.]

So, how are you feeling? Everything going okay? [He's not filling silence at all. He's leaning back against this counter and definitely not staring across the room and just repeatedly glancing back at Dex for peeks.]

[passio]

[ yeah it’s totally not obvious at all that he’s just trying to avoid any awkward silences. dextera sips the cola, glancing over at guren once he’s asked about… such a normal, daily question as his health? ]

…“positive.” [ and he laughs, just a little. ] Aren’t you?

[swordfucker]

Yeah. I'm the positivity prince, remember?

[A short laugh, and then a long drink of his cola. Mm, it's refreshing, but he wants to save some for later. Spread it out a little, for as long as it'll last carbonated. For however many times he can share it with Dex.

He's very aware that he came over to his house for this, and he's still touched. But... he's not sure if he should suggest they go up to his room. What does it have? His laptop, a bunch of random items he's gained, like that embroidery...

...He takes another slow drink.]

[passio]

[ they’ll be able to restore the sun in no time, dextera thinks. there’s light in this town that suggests the sun is there, but trying to search for it amidst a grey sky mostly gets frustration. with color, in this town, comes life, and dextera is looking forward to seeing the sky restored, piece-by-piece.

he gestures to his own head, completely unaware that guren is sweating over inviting dextera to his room. ]

Where’s your crown?

[swordfucker]

Upstairs.

[On a bookshelf, just like that dumb embroidery. Yes, he's soft enough to keep it and not throw it away.]

Why, do you want it? [Obviously he's not going to be wearing it ever again.]

[passio]

…!

[ is that a real offer? there’s a moment where dextera’s eyes light up like the answer is yes, but then he remembers his manners and quickly shakes his head. it’s not even that he wants the crown for any reason. he just likes having things, like a hoarder.

he also didn’t ask in order to get the crown, but now guren has implanted the thought in his mind. ]

[swordfucker]

[ ...Alright, it’s fine. He’s got a big room, and even if it is spotted, it’s not his fault. It should work out. So, he looks at Dextera knowingly as he finishes his second glass, setting it aside to be cleaned later and leaving the colas where they are so he can move them to the basement later. To stay cool!

For now, his hand finds Dextera’s wrist, and he tugs lightly to lead him. He’d rather help his room become a little comfortable for Dextera than hide dumb embroidery. ]

I don’t mind if you want it. I told you it’d suit you better.

[passio]

[ there are a lot of things happening, and dextera tries to swallow down the entirety of his glass of cola to follow guren’s lead. he manages not to choke, but a shiver does run down his spine at the sensation of all of those bubbles, all at once. he sets the glass next to guren’s, and then follows along. ]

Just try.

[ just let him wear it… once. ]

[swordfucker]

[Later when Dextera has to burp because he drank that too fast, I hope he learns a lesson.

In the meantime, Guren is leading him quietly up to his room. He tosses a glance at the rooms of his roommates as he passes, like he's keeping in mind Dextera's comfort, but ultimately, they don't come out, and he's free to lead him into his room.

And thankfully, they're not hiding in there, either. He lets Dextera's hand go and moves over to grab it. It's sitting on his desk, right now, next to his laptop, since he was trying to pick a spot on the bookshelf to place it for good. He's done some redecorating since the quests with learning, if Dextera hasn't been here since then, so the bookshelf is a new, sturdy one. His knives are no longer laying out in the open, and...

Well, he still has a hole in the ceiling. He really doesn't seem concerned with that.]

Here. [Walking back, he places the crown on Dextera's head for him.]

[passio]

[ luckily for guren, dextera doesn’t notice anything yet, because the crown is taking most of his attention. he is… delighted.

it’s not like he ever had even a chance at winning positivity prince, or king, so this crown was never in his reach, but it feels kind of cool to wear it. he reaches up, touching the ugly wooden thing, and straightening it on his head.

he smiles, a little shy. ]

Heavy.

[ heavy is the head that wears the positivity crown ]