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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[weaseled]

Mm?

[Did his sob story tug on Yuui's heartstrings? How sweet. Yael would argue Yuui is the cute one here.]

You're projecting. I'm not a lonely little orphan anymore, so don't feel too bad for me.

[fluorite]

You say I'm projecting, but I still see traces of him sometimes.

[ But surely Yael knows that... right? Yuui is (thankfully) not a psychologist, but he sees it in the way Yael seeks out warmth, even now. ]

[weaseled]

Do you?

[Challenging tone, but his gaze is soft where it settles over Yuui, paying no mind to the din of the television.]

I don't know about that. Sounds to me like you're talking out your ass.

[fluorite]

That tone says otherwise, that you know exactly what I mean.

[ With a smile, he reaches up and boops Yael's nose. Surely Yael remembers the way he begged Yuui not to leave him. Even if he doesn't, Yuui won't bring it up. There's no point in dredging moments like those up. ]

[weaseled]

No idea what you're talking about. Hehe.

[Yael shifts just enough to nuzzle into Yuui's cheek, pressing a kiss to warm, yielding skin.]

I'd rather talk about you. What kind of kid were you? An obnoxious, nose-picking brat? I bet you were the kind of kid who bragged about knowing the first 20 digits of Pi.

[fluorite]

[ The description makes him smile, and so does that little kiss. It's impossible not to lean into it, after all. ]

Quiet and shy, actually.

[ Though he'd brag about knowing the first fifty digits of Pi now, he never would have before. ]

My brother was the obnoxious one, always getting told to settle down in class while I was always a "joy to have". [ Yuui even uses his fingers to quote. ] I was pretty withdrawn until I moved out of the house.

[weaseled]

[Laughter rumbles in Yael's chest. It's not hard to imagine the kind of child Yuui was, and knowing what he does of his past, it's not hard to piece together how he became the man he is now either.]

You've carried on his memory in more ways than you think. You're the obnoxious one now, but that shy little boy's still kicking around in there somewhere.

[Yael raises a hand to poke Yuui's heart. That's where he is, that sweet and quiet boy.]

[fluorite]

Giving me a taste of my own medicine, are you?

[ Ugh. It's sweet, to the point that he can't help but smile shyly. So much for denying that he exists. ]

Fai matured a lot more than I did, I think. He became put together and a little serious, while I... well, I don't think I need to elaborate.

[weaseled]

You don't think you've matured?

[Oh, he'd love to agree, but Yuui is selectively immature. When the situation calls for seriousness, Yuui always responds accordingly.]

Don't tell yourself short. You've kept in touch with your playful side, but you're an adult when you need to be.

[fluorite]

You only say that because you haven't seen me at my worst.

[ He'd like to think he's responsible, but ah... his memories won't let him. His ability to hurt out of sheer pettiness and anger is too potent for him to ever consider himself mature. ]

[weaseled]

How's that saying go? If I can't handle you at your worst, I don't deserve you at your best?

[Yeah. Something like that. Suppressing a yawn, Yael's fingers sift into Yuui's hair and stroke along silken strands. Yuui is softe, like bnuuy..........]

Your worst isn't half bad. If you can put up with me, I can put up with you.

[fluorite]

You only say that because you like seeing me angry.

[ What a sick, sick man... but Yuui won't deny he likes that too, leaning into Yael's touch despite the look on his face. ]

[weaseled]

What can I say? You're sexy when you're all fired up.

[Yael smirks, hugging Yuui tight against his side.]

But I like seeing you happy too. Life's all about taking the good with the bad, right? Like watching football with your boyfriend.

[fluorite]

You're such a dork.

[ Yet he's utterly charmed as he's pulled even closer to Yael's side, their skin practically sticking together. It'd be unpleasant if Yuui didn't like his warmth so much. ]

Teach me about football so I at least know what's going on.

[ If it makes Yael happy... he'll be glad to watch it. ]

[weaseled]

[Yael doesn't mind it at all, the feeling of bare flesh against bare flesh. He's warm and comfortable with Yuui at his side, and tucking his lips into that shock of blond hair, he settles in for a long night of cuddling.]

You want me to start with the basics? See, there's this thing called a football, and you throw it around...

[ :) ]

[fluorite]

[ He grabs onto one of Yael's nipples and twists. ]

The rules, Sheza. If you start from where you are now, I'll fall asleep and not remember any of it.

[weaseled]

Ow.

[Yael swats Yuui's hand away from his nipple. Back! Shoo!!]

Alright, fine. Listen up, because the rules are more complex than you think. So it's like this...

[...Yael goes over the rules from start to finish and doesn't skip on any of the juicy details. He intentionally drones on in the same boring monotone in an effort to lull Yuui to sleep, and after 10 agonizing minutes, he glances over to see how Blondie's faring. Still awake?]

[fluorite]

[ Somewhere between the explanation on the significance of various yard lines and the number of time outs that are allowed per quarter, Yuui's breathing evens out. Yael's body and his voice are simply too comfortable for Yuui to stay awake.

He's out like a light. ]

[weaseled]

[Mm, yep, that's what he thought might happen. Yael keeps his laughter confined behind a smile so he doesn't risk waking the sleeping Yuui, lowering the volume on the television to join him in sleep. Carefully, he turns just far enough to kiss Yuui's temple.]

Thanks for everything. Rest well.