[ when vanitas had first made mention of the hotel's spa, oushi had made sure to do his research. truthfully, he had veen wracking his brain for ideas since chirpy had first notified him of his win — something that still feels a little like a fever dream, made only more potent by the immediate draining of chips from his account — because the last thing oushi wanted to do, after so brazenly declaring his intent to win vanitas against his own wishes, was make matters more awkward by taking him on a date he'd hate.
sure, maybe it's cheating a little that he's basing the entire date on a suggestion from vanitas himself. but one could argue it's also just good sense. why struggle for a different answer if a perfectly good one is presented right in front of you? so long as he puts his all into the date itself, it shouldn't really matter whose idea it originally was?
(or so he tells himself, anyway.)
so far, they'd done a mud soak and a facial (the non-obscene kind). they just finished up a thirty-minute sauna, in which oushi might or might not have spent a little too long staring at the way beads of sweat would travel down the line of vanitas's torso, and it is out of sheer force of will alone that he manages to keep himself from tenting his own towel.
now, they're reaching the end of the spa date. just one more "couple's massage," and hour long, including the full works. overall it will be over three hours they'd spent together, talking idly, simply enjoying each other's company, indulging in wandering eyes and secret smiles. ]
So far, so good, right?
[ they're the only two in the changing room, where they'd just finished rinsing off the sweat from the sauna. now they're bundling up in fluffy white robes; oushi is currently helping vanitas tie his up, despite the other man never asking for help in the first place. maybe he takes care to knot the ties up into a bow, just like he'd seen vanitas favor in his attire many times before. ]
Gotta make sure this stays snug. Unless you wanna go around flashing people...
[Vanitas would have told him that it was a waste of his time and money to participate in bidding on him if he thought that it would have made much of a difference. Yet, there really had been a strong sense of relief when Oushi was the one to win him.
And now they'll be having their spa date. It helps if he doesn't think of it as a date-date, but even without having expressed the nature of their feelings regarding each other, he knows everything they do together seems to be charged with...something. He doesn't know what to call it. Fondness? Lust? Attraction? A little of everything? It doesn't become an issue until they're alone together in the sauna and Vanitas' eyes keep raking over the exposed parts of Oushi's body even as they engage in normal conversation.
But before his resolve deteriorates, staff comes to collect them for the massages. Even the warm water feels cool on his skin after the sauna as they rinse off. Nothing to be shy about when they've seen each other in more compromising ways already, right? What's a little more shyness-inducing is having Oushi tie his robe for him, but he ends up laughing away the nervousness when he sees the bow.]
You know me too well. [At Oushi's remark about flashing people Vanitas flashes a wicked smirk and pulls at both sides of his robe to expose his flat chest as though he had boobs to show and shimmies in Oushi's direction.] I'll just go around flashing you, darling.
[Staff doesn't interrupt them but they wait just outside to direct the pair to the massage room. The scent of calming essential oils fills the room, relaxing sounds of nature play from the speakers. Vanitas is unsure about the part where a stranger will be touching him all over, but it helps that Oushi is there to endure the awkwardness with him.]
[ darling. oushi can't properly articulate the way that simple little word seems to light a flame in the depths of his chest, making him feel simultaneously warm and electrified. it makes him want to pay attention even more, so that he can continue to earn that approval. for now, he has to swallow down the urge to wrap his arms around vanitas — they still have the rest of their date to finish, after all. ]
Only if it's a private show.
[ he's selfish like that, as they both know.
in some ways, it's a little eerie how unobtrusive the staff are here at crane's respite. it's a stark contrast to the staff he'd come across elsewhere in the hotel, who do their utmost best to flash their customer-service smiles at you at every opportunity. here, though, they keep their head and gazes down, lips folding into serene smiles and neither pushy nor fully fading into the background. it's as if they are trained to keep the quiet and the calm of the spa's general ambiance. even now, as oushi and vanitas settle into the room where the massages happen, the masseuses hang back by the walls, hands folded in front of them, patient as ever.
oushi has to wonder if they're paid by the hour, if they seem to not care at all how much time their clients are taking.
well, it's of no real concern to him. vanitas is his main focus here, and even though it feels a little weird to flat out ignore them like this, he's not going to let that stop him from facing the other, brows furrowing a little in concern. he thinks to ask if the prospect of the massage makes vanitas nervous... then decides against it, in the end. he's trying to get better about taking action, these days. and so instead he briefly drops vanitas' hand to drag one of the massage tables even closer to the second one. there's enough room for a body to comfortably walk in between them for work ... and for two arms to link in between. ]
Here. Now if you get too nervous, you can just reach out for me whenever you want.
[Vanitas rolls his eyes at Oushi for thinking it could ever be anything but a private show, tempted to vocalize as much, but he doesn't want to bicker with him when there are staff around. Sure, they're giving them space, but it's still not the sort of privacy that makes him want to let his guard down.
His eyes follow Oushi as he moves around, realizing what exactly he's doing and he feels like his heart is being squeezed. Vanitas continues to watch, the expression on his face blank until Oushi speaks, then looks his way. Immediately it feels like he's on fire, having to glance elsewhere.]
Why are you so.. [He almost sounds upset. Mostly at himself for feeling so taken care of--and it's hard to accept. He's usually the one trying to take care of everything and everyone around him. It's so weird to be on the other side of things, but he is grateful.
When Oushi is finished, he shoves him playfully against one of the tables, leaning in to kiss him briefly.]
I won't be nervous if you're here with me. [But obviously he's going to take advantage of the proximity to hold his hand. The staff doesn't say anything about what they're doing but Vanitas won't escalate things here, so he pulls away first.] I think we're meant to disrobe, lie down, and put a sheet over ourselves to wait for the masseuse.
[ for a wild moment there, oushi thinks he might have messed up. vanitas isn't meeting his eyes suddenly, and there's something twisted up in his tone like he can't quite get the words out without being pained. he opens his mouth, ready to dish out an apology, only to not quite have the words for it because he doesn't really know what he'd be apologizing for — being so presumptuous, maybe? — so it's a good thing vanitas acts when he does, because he was really starting to get worried for a second there.
that being said, it's kind of a wild whiplash, to go so quickly from panic to relief. a little dizzy, all he can do is bob his head in a faint nod. ]
Right.
[ though it takes a few seconds longer for his mind to actually process those words... with a jolt, he reaches down to undo his robe. as distracted as he is, he forgets to be bashful suddenly being naked in front of vanitas — which, yes, is silly considering they've seen each other's bodies before, and indeed even all throughout their date so far as they transitioned between each activity. honestly it feels like the kind of thing he'll never grow out of, so it's a good thing he is so busy trying not to trip over himself as he climbs onto the table and drapes a small towel over his lap. ]
[Vanitas is still in the process of learning this man's expressions, but some of them look similar. He can't tell if Oushi is quiet because he's in deep thought or if it was something he said to make him draw inward. It could very well be his mannerisms and unwillingness to say when he's enjoying something.
Like now. This is all very nice, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else for the first time. But can he communicate that in words? Nope. But he can kiss him again, it comes so easy now that it's a little scary.
His eyes drift downward automatically when Oushi pulls his robe off, but he quickly snaps his gaze back up at his face, hoping it went unnoticed. Vanitas shrugs the robe off his shoulders, but turns around before removing it entirely and getting onto the table. The modesty towel could be bigger, but he can't find the voice to complain when he's trying so hard not to be nervous about the footsteps approaching and overly aware that Oushi is naked right beside him.]
Try to remember what feels nice, and I'll do it for you later.
[There's little time between when their masseuses formally introduce themselves then get right to oiling their hands and rubbing them over like rotisserie chickens.]
[ distracted as he is, oushi doesn't even notice the path of vanitas' gaze. had oushi had more presence of mind, he might've taken the opportunity to, idk, flex a little. yes, obviously, he has little to compare to other people here, who have either been working out longer or are naturally gifted. but he's still rather proud of his body's transformation, subdued as it might be. thanks to his time in the gym, the natural muscle he had come in with are far more pronounced. his shoulders have broadened, his arms and legs have grown thicker and sturdier, and the contours of his abs are far more defined. over all — not much, in the grander scheme of things, but enough of a difference for him that he would have certainly taken the time to let vanitas look if the situation were ... you know ... a little less awkward.
honestly, this date would have been a thousand times more optimal were they actually left alone to their devices... but at the same time, maybe it's good there's something keeping them more or less behaved. (after all, what kind of date is just non-stop fucking? ... sounds nice)
no no, he should behave himself. there's always later, after all; and vanitas' words pretty much promise that. ears red and warm, oushi manages to stamp down a giddy okay into something far less embarrassing. and then he finally settles himself onto the table. but rather than keep his face down, he turns so he can rest a cheek against the cushion and watch vanitas the entire time. it's oushi who actually breaches the divide after only a few minutes of being oiled up, sneaking a hand across the way and snagging vanitas' fingers to lace theirs together.
for majority of the massage, it's actually a pleasant experience. surprisingly so, much like the rest of the package; oushi wouldn't really consider himself the type to pamper himself, but he can certainly see why someone might indulge every now and then. he manages to get through most of the massage without any issue... until the masseuse finds a particular kink in his lower back that, when just enough pressure is applied to it, the sound that gets dragged out of oushi's mouth is low, groaning, lewd.
shit, he thinks instantly, eyes wide, watching vanitas. what are the chances nobody heard that......... ]
[Vanitas' eyes eat up the view. He liked Oushi's body since the first time he saw it, inwardly cringing as he recalls asking him if he played sports in lieu of an actual compliment when they were perfect strangers. How embarrassing.
And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
[ let it be known — for the record — that oushi is not drunk. he is, at most, tipsy. certainly noticeably so, with his flushed cheeks, a dreamy stare, and a slight tilt to his walk — over all, just shy of being embarrassing. (or so he'd like to think.)
somehow, he manages not to give into the temptation to lean against the older man as the pair quietly make their way down the hall towards keita's suite. not for anything lascivious, of course (unless? haha,) but the watchmaker had mentioned a few of his latest projects and oushi, still so very fascinated by the craft, despite understanding so very little of it, had asked if he could see them. (that wine had helped loosen his tongue plenty; he's not normally a wine drinker, either, but the premise of the dinner made him feel like he had to class things up a little.
so much for that...)
there are never any leftovers when it comes to the red cardinal, so oushi is pleasantly full. instead what they carry with them ate the scents of the restaurant, lingering on the cloth of their clothes, the strands of their hair. still, when a little sway brings oushi a little too dangerously close to keita, he is certain he can still smell the man's very distinct soap along the nape of his neck. ]
It's nice.
[ —oh. he said that last part out loud, didn't he?
he straightens a little, but thankfully it seems like they have arrived at their destination. he finally gives into the need to lean, and though he spares keita the burden of bearing his weight and has instead given that responsibility to the suite's doorframe, it does come with the unfortunate (?) side effect of crowding keita as the man uses his watch to open the door for them.
anyway, best not to seem like a strange person and explain while he's suddenly spouting out random things. ]
Your scent. [ yes, good. he's so normal. ] It's nice.
[ It follows, given how charming Keita finds Oushi in all respects, that he would also find him charming when he's a little bit drunk. Something about the way Oushi focuses on him, perhaps, although Keita is the only thing of which he's aware, or perhaps the way that as they walk Oushi's elbow keeps brushing Keita's when he can't quite maintain a straight line. It's endearing, and it makes Keita smile when they pause at the doorway of his suite for him to key it open. ]
Is it? [ Keita looks up at Oushi, amused. Their proximity renews his awareness of how much taller Oushi is. ] Thank you. It's lemon soap.
[ The door swings open, and Keita puts a hand gently on Oushi's lower back to guide him into the room. Following his unexpected upgrade from a seven to a ten, Keita had been granted a more spacious living situation, although it's still relatively modest—one bedroom, one spare room (currently being used as a workshop), and a combined living-dining-kitchen situation into which the front door opens. It's decorated in a curious combination of Japanese and Victorian styles, some mix of the architecture of Yoruji with the stylings of the Filigree Street house.
Keita removes his shoes in the foyer, then waits for Oushi to do the same before leading the way into the living room. ]
Would you like some tea? [ he asks. ] I could show you the workshop while we wait for it to boil.
[ oushi ducks his head respectfully, toeing off his shoes and feeling a unique sort of displacement at the sight of them placed beside keita's neater, fancier shoes. bespoke, his mind supplies helpfully, though he isn't at all versed enough in that world to know if that is actually the case.
somehow, he doesn't fall flat on his face, but he does slide along a little against the wall when he leans his full weight against it.
he realizes he misses the hand at his back when keita draws it away, his head picking up like the curious, perked ears of a dog whose owner just closed the door of a kennel that it could have sworn didn't exist a second ago. dutifully, longingly, he follows close behind the other man, eyes drifting down to that hand as his mind contorts itself in various pretzel shapes just to figure out how to get that hand back on him. ]
Tea sounds nice, [ he says, if a little distractedly. ] What are you working on currently?
[ The good news for Oushi is that Keita makes note of the way he leans a little heavily against the wall as he takes his shoes off—it makes him smile fondly, although he's also making a little note to maybe not encourage Oushi to drink quite so much the next time they go out.
It also means that when they've made their way a little more fully into the living room, Keita does in fact put his hand on Oushi's back again to guide him toward the kitchen space, which is tucked away somewhat unobtrusively from the main sitting area. This time, it isn't even clairvoyance that guides his actions—he just likes touching Oushi. ]
I've been a bit torn on whether I ought to work on something practical or something whimsical, [ he says. ] So I suppose you could say I'm not working on anything, or rather, I'm planning what to work on next. If you have any ideas I'll gladly hear them.
[ In the kitchen, Keita fills the kettle with water and sets it to boil, then leans against the counter next to Oushi, his attention focused on the other man. ]
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vanitas.
sure, maybe it's cheating a little that he's basing the entire date on a suggestion from vanitas himself. but one could argue it's also just good sense. why struggle for a different answer if a perfectly good one is presented right in front of you? so long as he puts his all into the date itself, it shouldn't really matter whose idea it originally was?
(or so he tells himself, anyway.)
so far, they'd done a mud soak and a facial (the non-obscene kind). they just finished up a thirty-minute sauna, in which oushi might or might not have spent a little too long staring at the way beads of sweat would travel down the line of vanitas's torso, and it is out of sheer force of will alone that he manages to keep himself from tenting his own towel.
now, they're reaching the end of the spa date. just one more "couple's massage," and hour long, including the full works. overall it will be over three hours they'd spent together, talking idly, simply enjoying each other's company, indulging in wandering eyes and secret smiles. ]
So far, so good, right?
[ they're the only two in the changing room, where they'd just finished rinsing off the sweat from the sauna. now they're bundling up in fluffy white robes; oushi is currently helping vanitas tie his up, despite the other man never asking for help in the first place. maybe he takes care to knot the ties up into a bow, just like he'd seen vanitas favor in his attire many times before. ]
Gotta make sure this stays snug. Unless you wanna go around flashing people...
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And now they'll be having their spa date. It helps if he doesn't think of it as a date-date, but even without having expressed the nature of their feelings regarding each other, he knows everything they do together seems to be charged with...something. He doesn't know what to call it. Fondness? Lust? Attraction? A little of everything? It doesn't become an issue until they're alone together in the sauna and Vanitas' eyes keep raking over the exposed parts of Oushi's body even as they engage in normal conversation.
But before his resolve deteriorates, staff comes to collect them for the massages. Even the warm water feels cool on his skin after the sauna as they rinse off. Nothing to be shy about when they've seen each other in more compromising ways already, right? What's a little more shyness-inducing is having Oushi tie his robe for him, but he ends up laughing away the nervousness when he sees the bow.]
You know me too well. [At Oushi's remark about flashing people Vanitas flashes a wicked smirk and pulls at both sides of his robe to expose his flat chest as though he had boobs to show and shimmies in Oushi's direction.] I'll just go around flashing you, darling.
[Staff doesn't interrupt them but they wait just outside to direct the pair to the massage room. The scent of calming essential oils fills the room, relaxing sounds of nature play from the speakers. Vanitas is unsure about the part where a stranger will be touching him all over, but it helps that Oushi is there to endure the awkwardness with him.]
This will be my first professional massage..
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Only if it's a private show.
[ he's selfish like that, as they both know.
in some ways, it's a little eerie how unobtrusive the staff are here at crane's respite. it's a stark contrast to the staff he'd come across elsewhere in the hotel, who do their utmost best to flash their customer-service smiles at you at every opportunity. here, though, they keep their head and gazes down, lips folding into serene smiles and neither pushy nor fully fading into the background. it's as if they are trained to keep the quiet and the calm of the spa's general ambiance. even now, as oushi and vanitas settle into the room where the massages happen, the masseuses hang back by the walls, hands folded in front of them, patient as ever.
oushi has to wonder if they're paid by the hour, if they seem to not care at all how much time their clients are taking.
well, it's of no real concern to him. vanitas is his main focus here, and even though it feels a little weird to flat out ignore them like this, he's not going to let that stop him from facing the other, brows furrowing a little in concern. he thinks to ask if the prospect of the massage makes vanitas nervous... then decides against it, in the end. he's trying to get better about taking action, these days. and so instead he briefly drops vanitas' hand to drag one of the massage tables even closer to the second one. there's enough room for a body to comfortably walk in between them for work ... and for two arms to link in between. ]
Here. Now if you get too nervous, you can just reach out for me whenever you want.
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His eyes follow Oushi as he moves around, realizing what exactly he's doing and he feels like his heart is being squeezed. Vanitas continues to watch, the expression on his face blank until Oushi speaks, then looks his way. Immediately it feels like he's on fire, having to glance elsewhere.]
Why are you so.. [He almost sounds upset. Mostly at himself for feeling so taken care of--and it's hard to accept. He's usually the one trying to take care of everything and everyone around him. It's so weird to be on the other side of things, but he is grateful.
When Oushi is finished, he shoves him playfully against one of the tables, leaning in to kiss him briefly.]
I won't be nervous if you're here with me. [But obviously he's going to take advantage of the proximity to hold his hand. The staff doesn't say anything about what they're doing but Vanitas won't escalate things here, so he pulls away first.] I think we're meant to disrobe, lie down, and put a sheet over ourselves to wait for the masseuse.
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that being said, it's kind of a wild whiplash, to go so quickly from panic to relief. a little dizzy, all he can do is bob his head in a faint nod. ]
Right.
[ though it takes a few seconds longer for his mind to actually process those words... with a jolt, he reaches down to undo his robe. as distracted as he is, he forgets to be bashful suddenly being naked in front of vanitas — which, yes, is silly considering they've seen each other's bodies before, and indeed even all throughout their date so far as they transitioned between each activity. honestly it feels like the kind of thing he'll never grow out of, so it's a good thing he is so busy trying not to trip over himself as he climbs onto the table and drapes a small towel over his lap. ]
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Like now. This is all very nice, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else for the first time. But can he communicate that in words? Nope. But he can kiss him again, it comes so easy now that it's a little scary.
His eyes drift downward automatically when Oushi pulls his robe off, but he quickly snaps his gaze back up at his face, hoping it went unnoticed. Vanitas shrugs the robe off his shoulders, but turns around before removing it entirely and getting onto the table. The modesty towel could be bigger, but he can't find the voice to complain when he's trying so hard not to be nervous about the footsteps approaching and overly aware that Oushi is naked right beside him.]
Try to remember what feels nice, and I'll do it for you later.
[There's little time between when their masseuses formally introduce themselves then get right to oiling their hands and rubbing them over like rotisserie chickens.]
why is this so long jfc
honestly, this date would have been a thousand times more optimal were they actually left alone to their devices... but at the same time, maybe it's good there's something keeping them more or less behaved. (after all, what kind of date is just non-stop fucking? ...
sounds nice)no no, he should behave himself. there's always later, after all; and vanitas' words pretty much promise that. ears red and warm, oushi manages to stamp down a giddy okay into something far less embarrassing. and then he finally settles himself onto the table. but rather than keep his face down, he turns so he can rest a cheek against the cushion and watch vanitas the entire time. it's oushi who actually breaches the divide after only a few minutes of being oiled up, sneaking a hand across the way and snagging vanitas' fingers to lace theirs together.
for majority of the massage, it's actually a pleasant experience. surprisingly so, much like the rest of the package; oushi wouldn't really consider himself the type to pamper himself, but he can certainly see why someone might indulge every now and then. he manages to get through most of the massage without any issue... until the masseuse finds a particular kink in his lower back that, when just enough pressure is applied to it, the sound that gets dragged out of oushi's mouth is low, groaning, lewd.
shit, he thinks instantly, eyes wide, watching vanitas. what are the chances nobody heard that......... ]
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And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
This is Satan's work.]
Augh.
keita.
somehow, he manages not to give into the temptation to lean against the older man as the pair quietly make their way down the hall towards keita's suite. not for anything lascivious, of course (unless? haha,) but the watchmaker had mentioned a few of his latest projects and oushi, still so very fascinated by the craft, despite understanding so very little of it, had asked if he could see them. (that wine had helped loosen his tongue plenty; he's not normally a wine drinker, either, but the premise of the dinner made him feel like he had to class things up a little.
so much for that...)
there are never any leftovers when it comes to the red cardinal, so oushi is pleasantly full. instead what they carry with them ate the scents of the restaurant, lingering on the cloth of their clothes, the strands of their hair. still, when a little sway brings oushi a little too dangerously close to keita, he is certain he can still smell the man's very distinct soap along the nape of his neck. ]
It's nice.
[ —oh. he said that last part out loud, didn't he?
he straightens a little, but thankfully it seems like they have arrived at their destination. he finally gives into the need to lean, and though he spares keita the burden of bearing his weight and has instead given that responsibility to the suite's doorframe, it does come with the unfortunate (?) side effect of crowding keita as the man uses his watch to open the door for them.
anyway, best not to seem like a strange person and explain while he's suddenly spouting out random things. ]
Your scent. [ yes, good. he's so normal. ] It's nice.
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Is it? [ Keita looks up at Oushi, amused. Their proximity renews his awareness of how much taller Oushi is. ] Thank you. It's lemon soap.
[ The door swings open, and Keita puts a hand gently on Oushi's lower back to guide him into the room. Following his unexpected upgrade from a seven to a ten, Keita had been granted a more spacious living situation, although it's still relatively modest—one bedroom, one spare room (currently being used as a workshop), and a combined living-dining-kitchen situation into which the front door opens. It's decorated in a curious combination of Japanese and Victorian styles, some mix of the architecture of Yoruji with the stylings of the Filigree Street house.
Keita removes his shoes in the foyer, then waits for Oushi to do the same before leading the way into the living room. ]
Would you like some tea? [ he asks. ] I could show you the workshop while we wait for it to boil.
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somehow, he doesn't fall flat on his face, but he does slide along a little against the wall when he leans his full weight against it.
he realizes he misses the hand at his back when keita draws it away, his head picking up like the curious, perked ears of a dog whose owner just closed the door of a kennel that it could have sworn didn't exist a second ago. dutifully, longingly, he follows close behind the other man, eyes drifting down to that hand as his mind contorts itself in various pretzel shapes just to figure out how to get that hand back on him. ]
Tea sounds nice, [ he says, if a little distractedly. ] What are you working on currently?
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It also means that when they've made their way a little more fully into the living room, Keita does in fact put his hand on Oushi's back again to guide him toward the kitchen space, which is tucked away somewhat unobtrusively from the main sitting area. This time, it isn't even clairvoyance that guides his actions—he just likes touching Oushi. ]
I've been a bit torn on whether I ought to work on something practical or something whimsical, [ he says. ] So I suppose you could say I'm not working on anything, or rather, I'm planning what to work on next. If you have any ideas I'll gladly hear them.
[ In the kitchen, Keita fills the kettle with water and sets it to boil, then leans against the counter next to Oushi, his attention focused on the other man. ]