[Do they ever stay on topic? Maybe if the subject is body pillows, and the stray thought causes Sanji to huff out an amused chuckle, one Yusuke probably feels rather than hears.]
Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable if I did.
[Like... he doubts it? Yusuke matches Sanji in bluntness, if not outright beats him in that department. Still, he wants to be sure and leans his head against the other's.]
[ He leans in as well, gently bumping his head against Sanji's. ]
If I were uncomfortable, I would say so. Come to think of it, it's not a conversation we've really had in general, so perhaps it's the sort of thing that needs discussion eventually.
[ ... ]
But not in the context of giant Erens stepping on people, or fifty shades of grey.
Well, yeah, when you put it like that, kinda sounds creepy.
[How the fuck did they get from Eren to bondage? Why must Yusuke's friends be the catalyst for so much kinky shit?]
In any case, they've got nothing to pin Eren with, it's not like he's the only suspect... shit, he's not even a suspect without some good evidence or a grudge aimed at him.
Why not give him a text? Don't know how often he pays attention to his phone though...
[If Sanji could hazard a guess, he'd imagine getting Elliot on the phone is as tricky as getting Yusuke on it sometimes. These guys and their hobbies.]
[ But he has to? Untangle his arms from Sanji's waist? This seems like an unfair deal. But he'll do his best to get his phone out and replace his arms where they were before and try to text Elliot while still hugging Sanji.
Unless I'm intruding, or taking up time you don't have, in which case I will take my leave.
[ But he's. Not untangling himself from this armhugtangle they've found themselves in until Sanji says yay or nay. And even then he's not moving if Sanji says he isn't intruding or taking up time he needs for something else.
'Course you can stay. S'not like I really make meals just for myself anymore.
[Even when Yusuke isn't over, Sanji is constantly putting food aside for when he's in the apartment and perhaps hungry, or takes food over to the Mochi house and making sure his skinny-ass boyfriend eats.]
Then I have no plans to run out of your door right now, no. [ He hooks his chin over Sanji's shoulder and looks down at the food he's preparing. There is something soothing about watching him cook, from any angle. ]
[... Yep, he is literally just letting his hands do whatever they want at the moment, which has included putting the knife down and mixing the diced veggies together in a large bowl.]
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[Sanji is not a disgusting fucker like Christian, thank the gods]
I just don't mind if you do.
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Alright. I'll keep that in mind then. The reverse would be fine as well, if given enough prior-warning.
[ ... And then he kinda just. Buries his head against Sanji's shoulder. Hm. ]
I feel our topic has shifted quite a lot.
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[Do they ever stay on topic? Maybe if the subject is body pillows, and the stray thought causes Sanji to huff out an amused chuckle, one Yusuke probably feels rather than hears.]
Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable if I did.
[Like... he doubts it? Yusuke matches Sanji in bluntness, if not outright beats him in that department. Still, he wants to be sure and leans his head against the other's.]
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[ He leans in as well, gently bumping his head against Sanji's. ]
If I were uncomfortable, I would say so. Come to think of it, it's not a conversation we've really had in general, so perhaps it's the sort of thing that needs discussion eventually.
[ ... ]
But not in the context of giant Erens stepping on people, or fifty shades of grey.
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[How the fuck did they get from Eren to bondage? Why must Yusuke's friends be the catalyst for so much kinky shit?]
In any case, they've got nothing to pin Eren with, it's not like he's the only suspect... shit, he's not even a suspect without some good evidence or a grudge aimed at him.
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[ A thought. ]
It's strange though, to hear it. I hope Elliot is alright.
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[Not being accusatory; he just assumed Yusuke had seen Elliot by now]
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[ He usually would have. ]
Of all the days to not have run into him, it would be one like today.
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[If Sanji could hazard a guess, he'd imagine getting Elliot on the phone is as tricky as getting Yusuke on it sometimes. These guys and their hobbies.]
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[ But he has to? Untangle his arms from Sanji's waist? This seems like an unfair deal. But he'll do his best to get his phone out and replace his arms where they were before and try to text Elliot while still hugging Sanji.
HOW CAN THIS GO WRONG. ]
He sometimes does. He will see it at some point.
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Sanji is about to poke you with this knife handle]
I promise I'm not gonna feel abandoned if you just text instead of draping yourself over me.
[Listen this is too amusing so honestly? Please continue draping yourself over him for his amusement.]
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I can multitask.
[ He's nearly done. Please don't stab him.]
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Though he supposes after that admission he can wait patiently for Yusuke to finish his text]
Was gonna ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, but it might be better if I just send you home with a doggie bag.
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Why would I not want to stay for dinner?
[ ???? Don't kick him out....?? ]
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[He'd rub at his neck if Yusuke weren't still glued to him, but his ears feel a little hot regardless]
I thought you'd wanna take off, so...
[He is fine??? With Yusuke staying??? He just automatically put himself lower on the totem pole.
Like he always does.
Sanji....]
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... No?
[ ... Oh. ]
Unless I'm intruding, or taking up time you don't have, in which case I will take my leave.
[ But he's. Not untangling himself from this armhugtangle they've found themselves in until Sanji says yay or nay. And even then he's not moving if Sanji says he isn't intruding or taking up time he needs for something else.
He's cosy. ]
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[Even when Yusuke isn't over, Sanji is constantly putting food aside for when he's in the apartment and perhaps hungry, or takes food over to the Mochi house and making sure his skinny-ass boyfriend eats.]
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Then I have no plans to run out of your door right now, no. [ He hooks his chin over Sanji's shoulder and looks down at the food he's preparing. There is something soothing about watching him cook, from any angle. ]
What are you making?
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[... Yep, he is literally just letting his hands do whatever they want at the moment, which has included putting the knife down and mixing the diced veggies together in a large bowl.]
I figure I'll know by the time it's finished.
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Yusuke squeezes his arms lightly, watching the veggies being mixed and seasoned and all those fancy chef things. ]
I wouldn't be able to do this without a recipe. Let alone just wing it into something wonderful.
[ ... ]
It might be easier if I let go of you, hm?