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Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
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[Chuuya won’t activate Corruption if he can help it, but he also has no idea if it can be triggered on accident, so really, all they can do is hope the situation never arises.]
What about you? Should I carry around ink or something when we go out?
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[He'd gotten dressed up extra nicely for his date, and he hadn't wanted to risk spilling ink on those clothes. And he'd made other-Chuuya worry because of it.]
I'll be more careful.
...Did you want to ask anything about me?
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There is one question he’s been wanting to ask, but felt that it would only dredge up painful memories. But, if they’re having a true heart to heart right now...]
You said you were married before. Were you ever in love?
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She named me godfather to her first child. Even with things ending the way they did between us, I couldn't have been happier.
[The smile on Chuuya's face is fond, if tinged with sadness.]
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[No sarcasm, but perhaps a hint of jealously. Even if their relationship ended badly, other-Chuuya knows what it’s like to be in love. That’s not something everyone can say, including Chuuya himself.]
I still haven’t gotten to read any of your stuff, you know.
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Careful with this, it's my soul.
[The cover reads 'Goat Songs'. A poem titled "For The Tainted Sorrow" is towards the middle.]
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[Other-Chuuya actually means that, doesn’t he?
Chuuya handles the book with utmost care, even more than he’d use for an extremely old and expensive bottle of wine, and opens it up, curious to see his boyfriend’s life’s work.
They’re all incredible, of course, even if impressing Chuuya with words isn’t hard to do, and he’s surprised to see a poem sharing the name of his ability among the works.]
They’re really good.
[Chuuya gives his boyfriend a soft, genuine smile.]
She was lucky to have you write for her.
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[Cough. Chuuya's face is suddenly bright red and he stares at the ceiling rather than looking at his boyfriend.]
I wrote you something.
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[Now it’s Chuuya's turn to blush a pretty shade of scarlet. Him? Inspiration for a poem? He can’t even...]
That’s... [Sweet? Thoughtful? Amazing? All of the above?]
I’d love to read it...
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In elegant handwriting, it reads:
Yesterday morning, my bed was cold.
Yesterday morning, the sun’s light was only painful to me.
When others spoke of waking up content, I didn’t understand their meaning.
Yesterday morning, I only wanted to return to sleep.
This morning, the warmth you give is far more than the sun could ever hope to bring.
This morning, the light filters through your hair falling around your face.
No one can truly speak of contentment who hasn’t had this moment,
your embrace,
your warmth,
your smile before you wake.
This morning I only want to stay in bed - but not to sleep.]
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Oh. He’s crying. There are actual tears streaking down Chuuya Nakahara’s cheeks. He hasn’t cried in years.
Chuuya throws his arms around other-Chuuya’s neck and kisses him fiercely before pulling away a mile-wide grin.]
It’s beautiful. Thank you...
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His eyes are wide, and he's almost too stunned to return the kiss. Almost.]
I should be the one thanking you.
[For giving him something worth waking up for.]
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He’d been so afraid of letting himself feel something this real for most of his life, and now he realizes just what he’d been missing out on. Sure, there’s always the potential of heartbreak when opening up to someone like this, but...
Well. He’d rather have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.]
This is even better than booze, you know.
[Now that is one hell of a compliment coming from Chuuya.]
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[He says it like he's joking, but... it really is one of the best compliments he's ever received.
He kisses Mafia-Chuuya again, just because.]
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[Chuuya happily returns the kiss, and notes with a bit of amusement that other-Chuuya tastes like ink.]
So, could you like...put some shots in that ink or something to make it taste any better?
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[Well, realistically, because the infirmary is run by people who don't encourage his alcoholism. But shhhh.]
Sorry, I know it tastes gross.
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[Chuuya chuckles at that apology.]
It’s fine. I still wanna kiss you.
[And he does, tongue slipping past other-Chuuya’s lips to emphasize the fact that he doesn’t give a damn about the ink taste.]
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Before they can get much further past making out, though, somebody knocks (loudly) on Chuuya's door. Chuuya lets out a frustrated noise against other-Chuuya's lips - fuck talking to other people who are probably worried about his health, he just wants to make out with his boyfriend.]
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You should probably answer that. Don’t want them thinking I murdered you or something.
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[Chuuya manages to get up and open the door. The author is one other-Chuuya would have seen at the desk when he stopped in the infirmary.
Chuuya's expression immediately turns from 'grumpy as hell' to 'respectful'.]
I'm fine now, sensei.
[Mori's gaze flicks between Chuuya to the not-author inside his room and back to Chuuya.] As long as you're in stable condition, I won't bother you for now. Come see me before you go into battle again.
I will.
[Mori nods, and leaves, letting Chuuya close the door again and turn back to other-Chuuya.]
Should've figured somebody'd come by.
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He certainly isn’t expecting the person knocking to be some kind of authority figure, though, and when other-Chuuya addresses him as “sensei” he automatically knows that this guy must be a big deal.
When they’re alone again Chuuya raises an eyebrow in question.]
Sensei? Who was that guy, exactly?
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[Chuuya's smile is fond in a way it wouldn't be when talking about almost anyone else in this library.]
He's the one who suggested 'Chuuya' when my parents were trying to think of names for me. So in a way, I am who I am partly because of him.
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Yeah? He seems like a nice enough guy.
[Of course looks can be deceiving, but other-Chuuya seems to genuinely respect the guy, and he speaks of him fondly, so Chuuya can’t be too suspicious.]
Huh...obviously he has good taste.
[Chuuya huffs a laugh as he stretches out languidly on the bed.]
I hope you’re not going to get an earful, though...
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[...but talking to his dad's friend kind of kills his mood to make out... So Chuuya just snuggles up next to other-Chuuya.]
Sleep here tonight?
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[He gladly accepts the snuggles, eyelids growing heavy as he relaxes against the bed.]
You’ll have to introduce me to all the dead authors sometime.
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