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[misheard]

Call out one of my characters with a starter, or a prompt, or a 'look idk how but I want these two to bang' and we will Do A Thread.

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[bleakdog]

I might?

[He doesn't really understand how. He's never really strived to be a likeable person, so why would they be his friends? He trusts Takiji, but this is just kind of weird.]

[crabcanneryship]

They like you already. If they get to know you more, they'll probably end up as your friends without you trying.

[He can't see Akutagawa trying very hard to make friends, even with Takiji's coworkers.]

...At least, my comrades will get attached to you.

[bleakdog]

. . . Do you want me to try?

[A small, consternated frown forms between his brows.]

I don't think I'd be any good at it.

[crabcanneryship]

...No. I don't want you to make yourself do anything you don't want to do.

[Especially if it's for his sake.]

[bleakdog]

I don't know if I don't want to do it. I might. I just never have.

But you like them, don't you? You trust them?

[crabcanneryship]

I do. My comrades from when I was alive, especially - I'd trust them with anything.

[His life, his dreams.]

[bleakdog]

And I trust you.

[He shrugs. It's simple math to him.]

If you trust them, then I'll try. It's safe.

[crabcanneryship]

[Takiji smiles, and kisses him on the cheek again.]

They're safe. I promise they won't bring you harm.

[bleakdog]

[He flushes a little. Which is stupid. But it's what he does anyway. Because he got a kiss.]

. . . I made you happy. [mumblemumble]

[crabcanneryship]

You did. You do that a lot.

[He will probably continue to do that, in fact.]

[bleakdog]

That's good . . . I like doing that.

[It's still a very new sensation, the giddy joy of making someone else happy. He ducks his head for a moment as they walk, still faintly flushed and thoughtful.]

Have you ever thought about it? Before. [Way to be vague as fuck.]

[crabcanneryship]

You making friends....?

[He's not sure what else Akutagawa would mean.]

[bleakdog]

No.

[Honestly Akutagawa assumes nobody ever thinks about that, because why would they.]

The kind of sex your friend is worried we're having. [why exactly are you this way]

[crabcanneryship]

[HE WOULD RATHER TALK ABOUT FRIENDS]

I hope he isn't thinking that hard about what kind...

[Now he's blushing. Great.]

[bleakdog]

It sounded like he was.

[But that's not the point. He peers at Takiji suspiciously.]

What does that face mean?

[crabcanneryship]

It means it's embarrassing to start talking about that suddenly.

[Also they're still in public??]

[bleakdog]

[Akutagawa just gives him a look that's easiest translated as ? Why does Musha get to talk about it and he doesn't? He wrinkles his nose.]

What's better?

[crabcanneryship]

In private would be better. I don't want everyone to know what we do.

[bleakdog]

All right. That makes sense.

[He looks at Takiji, who is still blushing a little, and leans in to kiss his cheek.]

Sorry. I was just curious.

[crabcanneryship]

[The cheek kiss doesn't help with the blushing, but he does smile again.]

We can talk about it later.

[bleakdog]

Okay.

[He swings Takiji's hand back and forth for a moment.]

We should talk about your other friends instead. I don't know everything about all of them yet.

[crabcanneryship]

Which ones do you want to hear about? I've told you a little about my mentor...

[And they probably don't want to talk about Musha right now.]

So, my comrades?