[ 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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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. ]