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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[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 ]

[swordfucker]

That's the weight of responsibility.

[He's so full of shit, he thinks he's so funny. But he said that with a smirk, taking in that image of Dextera in a crown for as long as he can. It's cute... it's warming. He thinks he would have looked better getting crowned for it, looking surprised and happy.

It's so dumb looking, and that's why it's endearing.]

You look good. [He meant to say it looks good on you, but, good enough... He can play it cool.]

[passio]

[ dextera laughs, covering his mouth because that’s definitely a giggle and not a chuckle or anything cooler—his high voice betrays him, too often. ]

Suits you.

[ a decision he’s made, then, as he removes the crown to place it back on its rightful head. he gestures to himself. ]

Duke. No crown.

[swordfucker]

[He laughs at that, too, but he doesn't move the crown from where it is.]

You're just gonna lower yourself like that? Come on, you can be a Prince, too. A rebel Prince who doesn't feel like wearing his crown because he's too busy showing off how humble he is.

[He pushes his finger lightly into Dextera's forehead. Just like that!]

[passio]

Ah!

[ dextera closes his eyes against that playful poke, pushed back just a few millimeters as his hands come up to bat guren away, though he fails to actually make contact.

yeah, some rebel prince he’d make!! he’s a loser. ]

[swordfucker]

[ ...He grabs those hands, because he can’t resist, wiggling them in the air between them a little. ]

You’re really gonna have to learn how to punch a guy for messing with you too much. [ He drops those hands. ]

[passio]

[ the craziest part is that dextera can throw a punch, but he’s just such a mild person that he doesn’t really want to hit anyone he doesn’t have to.

he takes one of guren’s hands back, still relishing touch between them. ]

I can.

[ so there!! ]

[swordfucker]

[ Oh, he likes that. He likes it and it’s noticeable, and maybe his eyes are sparkling a bit too much. ]

Oh yeah? [ His hand shifts in that hold to try and wrestle his own grip out of it, but it’s still light. Even still: ] Then why don’t you punch me?

[ This is a dangerous path. ]

[passio]

Wh—?

[ no! dextera would never punch guren unless he had to, and even then, he probably would try to find another way. the fact is that dextera is combat ready, but against another person? how barbarous.

he shakes his head, and there’s an emphatic sign between them. a little exasperated. ]

Why?

[swordfucker]

[ Boo! He squeezes their hands and then drops Dextera’s again, but only so he can actually make a sign himself. It’s one he remembers from a few times, probably from chess... “Fun.” ]

Besides, otherwise I don’t buy it.

[ But he is only teasing now, and doesn’t expect much else. ]

[passio]

Hmm.

[ dextera is surprised and flattered that guren would offer him a sign in return—and he smiles, but there’s oddly something just a little competitive to it. he’s not going to deck guren in the face or anything, because he doesn’t want to, but he catches guren’s hand at the end of that sign and forces him to hold his palm there.

listen... let him do this. ]

OK.

[ once he’s sure that guren is on the uptake after all, dextera pulls back and throws his weight into a punch against guren’s hand. he’s got a surprising amount of strength behind it, for a guy who looks like he could be blown over by a strong breeze. ]