[ As much as he wants to say that Yusuke would be worried and maybe send Sanji to hell himself, he keeps that to himself. He remembers he shares a room with fox friend and Yusuke should remember that, too. Don't think he'll forget this slight. ]
I'm just here for my Switch. [ Which he's going to zoom through the room to get and shuffle quickly out of the way after he looks at Sanji one more time.
Then back to Yusuke. He goes ahead and adds in Japanese so Sanji won't understand: ]
ăYou know how to pick them, but he has a good head on his shoulders. Have fun.ă
[ Stares at Sanji again... Then finally leaves after he tosses the cushion back at them since that should stay in the living room. ]
[What is this, why is Akira giving him The Stare? He is a good man who has never done a damn thing wrong in his entire life, don't bring this shit to him.
Fuck it, Sanji gets to staring right back, only to start stuttering in irritated French when Akira very clearly using his own tactics against him.
... That pillow also hits him square in the face.]
[ Yusuke doesn't really have much to say in direct response to that - he's tired, and he doesn't need to be told that he made a good life choice here. Still, it's appreciated anyway, and he does turn his head to give Akira a look. One that's in agreement with the things Akira has just said. ]
...
[ Oh, and there Sanji goes. It's very hard not to laugh at the pillow-to-the-face, but he does turn his attention back to Sanji rather than his retreating roommate. ]
He was being complimentary. [ In his own Akira way. After a second, Yusuke squeezes Sanji's hand. ] No need to yell.
[Damn right he's pouting, he is crabby and the embodiment of a hissing feline. When will the universe allow him to sleep already?
... That set aside, he huffs a sigh while obeying Yusuke's order, voice already lowering back to normal levels -- in part because he's too tired to keep up the annoyance, but also because he still has to answer the other's question from before.]
One of his hands shifts around to the base of Sanji's neck, rubbing lightly at the nape. ]
Ah. [ He can put a name to a face now. And... well. That's good then. They're close, and if you've got something picking at your weaknesses, you need support from someone you know. ] That's good then. You weren't dealing with that entirely alone.
[ Yusuke can't help but chuckle at that. The "well, someone has to to" is unspoken, but definitely there.
And then he sort of... rolls his head slightly to look at Sanji. ]
I'll have to say thank you then. I assume you were planning on avoiding the conversation for as long as possible, otherwise?
[ It's accompanied by a light pinch to the crook of Sanji's elbow. There's no point in getting annoyed when they've had the conversation anyway -- getting mad would be a waste of energy. ]
[He knows Yusuke's pinching in jest, but he chooses an honest answer for once in his life. Meeting Yusuke's look, he reaches over, smoothing some of the other's bangs out of his eyes.]
Okay, for the record, I didn't wanna ignore you. [Huffing a sigh] But yeah, he... might've had to threaten to call you first to finally get my ass out the door.
If youâd been ignoring me I wouldâve asked why, if it was ongoing. But still, if itâs involving your own health and well-being...
[ Heâd hope that he wouldnât have waited until he was on deathâs door to come along and have this conversation in some way, shape or form. Still, he ended up here one way or another. ]
If the mark is fading does that mean youâre feeling a little better...?
And... yeah. [Pulling his hand away from Yusuke's bangs, he presses the back of his hand against his forehead, gauging his own temperature.] Don't feel as hot? I think?
How is my finding you to check up on you âterrifyingâ...?
[ He stares for a moment, before sliding his hand under Sanjiâs and pressing it palm down to his forehead, feeling slightly cooler skin there. If he had a fever, itâs definitely cooling. ]
[NOPE he's not answering that question, only offering a wide grin as Yusuke checks his temperature. He'll dislodge the hand from his forehead after that, shaking his head a little and disrupting his bangs, but that's only so he can return to resting it against Yusuke's shoulder again.]
[ Mm. Thatâs that then. Heâs warm and cosy; heâs not about to be down one boyfriend due to said boyfriendâs stupidity and hopefully no one else will be barrelling through the living room looking for games consoles, so... itâs tempting to give into that weary, sleepy feeling now. It feels safe to.
...
Or it will do, after he tweaks Sanjiâs ear. ]
Still not fluent in French. ă I will just revert to Japanese, surely weâve done this enough times by now... ă
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[ As much as he wants to say that Yusuke would be worried and maybe send Sanji to hell himself, he keeps that to himself. He remembers he shares a room with fox friend and Yusuke should remember that, too. Don't think he'll forget this slight. ]
I'm just here for my Switch. [ Which he's going to zoom through the room to get and shuffle quickly out of the way after he looks at Sanji one more time.
Then back to Yusuke. He goes ahead and adds in Japanese so Sanji won't understand: ]
ăYou know how to pick them, but he has a good head on his shoulders. Have fun.ă
[ Stares at Sanji again... Then finally leaves after he tosses the cushion back at them since that should stay in the living room. ]
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Fuck it, Sanji gets to staring right back, only to start stuttering in irritated French when Akira very clearly using his own tactics against him.
... That pillow also hits him square in the face.]
Si je n'étais pas si fatigué, je te botterais le cul!!
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...
[ Oh, and there Sanji goes. It's very hard not to laugh at the pillow-to-the-face, but he does turn his attention back to Sanji rather than his retreating roommate. ]
He was being complimentary. [ In his own Akira way. After a second, Yusuke squeezes Sanji's hand. ] No need to yell.
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[Damn right he's pouting, he is crabby and the embodiment of a hissing feline. When will the universe allow him to sleep already?
... That set aside, he huffs a sigh while obeying Yusuke's order, voice already lowering back to normal levels -- in part because he's too tired to keep up the annoyance, but also because he still has to answer the other's question from before.]
And no, wasn't up there alone. [A pause.]
Baren was around.
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[ Pot, kettle.
One of his hands shifts around to the base of Sanji's neck, rubbing lightly at the nape. ]
Ah. [ He can put a name to a face now. And... well. That's good then. They're close, and if you've got something picking at your weaknesses, you need support from someone you know. ] That's good then. You weren't dealing with that entirely alone.
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[God, Yusuke, let him be a terrible human being when he wants to be?? He smirks into Yusuke's shoulder, amused -- maybe even pleased.]
And yeah, Baren's got his own ways of helping.
... He made sure I got over here, too.
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And then he sort of... rolls his head slightly to look at Sanji. ]
I'll have to say thank you then. I assume you were planning on avoiding the conversation for as long as possible, otherwise?
[ It's accompanied by a light pinch to the crook of Sanji's elbow. There's no point in getting annoyed when they've had the conversation anyway -- getting mad would be a waste of energy. ]
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[He knows Yusuke's pinching in jest, but he chooses an honest answer for once in his life. Meeting Yusuke's look, he reaches over, smoothing some of the other's bangs out of his eyes.]
Okay, for the record, I didn't wanna ignore you. [Huffing a sigh] But yeah, he... might've had to threaten to call you first to finally get my ass out the door.
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[ YUSUKE THAT SOUNDS OMINOUS?? ]
If youâd been ignoring me I wouldâve asked why, if it was ongoing. But still, if itâs involving your own health and well-being...
[ Heâd hope that he wouldnât have waited until he was on deathâs door to come along and have this conversation in some way, shape or form. Still, he ended up here one way or another. ]
If the mark is fading does that mean youâre feeling a little better...?
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[He's so amused, bury him here.]
And... yeah. [Pulling his hand away from Yusuke's bangs, he presses the back of his hand against his forehead, gauging his own temperature.] Don't feel as hot? I think?
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How is my finding you to check up on you âterrifyingâ...?
[ He stares for a moment, before sliding his hand under Sanjiâs and pressing it palm down to his forehead, feeling slightly cooler skin there. If he had a fever, itâs definitely cooling. ]
No, I would agree. Youâre cooling down.
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ArrĂȘte d'ĂȘtre mignon, Renard.
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...
Or it will do, after he tweaks Sanjiâs ear. ]
Still not fluent in French. ă I will just revert to Japanese, surely weâve done this enough times by now... ă
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[he will accept no excuses today, thank you.]
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And howâs the Japanese going?
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[Sanji why are you like this.]
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[ What if they got it wrong? Thatâd just be rude. ]
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Guess we're stuck playing this game a bit longer then, eh?
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[ And he likes the implication of that... "a while". That neither of them are going anywhere. ]