[ It's been some time since Samatoki's actually experienced something close to a Japanese experience. When he'd heard about a public bathhouse opening recently, he figured he'd pay a visit. It'd be nice to relax after all the shit he went through during Sanguis (aka daily bar fights...) Being able to relax with a bunch of people could be fun!
So in he goes. It's pretty late so there aren't that many people around. He notices this as soon as the steam clears. The tub is big enough for about twenty people, but there's only one guy in the water. ]
Ah. Hey.
[ Looks like he's yet to recognise Gentaro with his hair wet. ]
I'm comin' in.
[ And with that, he removes the towel from around his waist, and takes a step into the tub to sit down. The towel is then placed on the edge. A peaceful bath!!! ]
perhaps his life is doomed to repeat, stuck on some sinister loop. he can’t quite say things are exactly the same as they were the last time this similarly played out. ramuda, dice... and with the cordis moon high on the sky. a lot has changed and the numbing reality his may be permanent.. well, it’s enough variables mixed up.
gentaro’s fox ears only twitch a bit at the voice. it’s familiar and it takes him a moment to open his eyes and glance over to confirm who it is. ah yes. isn’t this a familiar track? )
[They've had an adventure, climbing and causing trouble in the wake of their heartfelt confession. Now they're back at their cozy villa, fire blazing, alcohol poured, hand in hand like the saps they're proving themselves to be tonight.
Dice crosses back to the wall and turns the lights down lower, then moves to Gentaro's side, drink in hand.]
( now that he’s “home”, a reckless but sweet gambler and a demure cat in the same presence as him, he lets his guard now. no longer is he afraid to spew nonsense or admit to the absolute longing he’s been feeling. so he has some red wine, now, with everything he’s ever felt or been on the table. so to speak. )
Hm? ( his head playfully cocks to the side and his hand that isn’t holding his glass reaches out to curl into the layers of dice’s three piece. ) Nonsense. You have that accolade tonight. I barely was able to stifle the urge to suggest we find a corridor somewhere ...
( because dice looked that good to break gentaro of any anxiety he’d feel about potentially being caught. )
[Knocking on Gentaro's door with two bags in hand he waits for him to answer for once. He's not breaking in be happy! Though this is a surprise visit, not sorry.]
( he’s thankfully not a) in the midst of banging dice and or b) dice just isn’t here in general. not to say dice doesn’t live here now but particulars!!! he had been taking a cat nap so he answers the door with slightly messy hair and his morning clothes on. he looks mostly put together... minus the faint marks high on his neck where even a high collar can’t hide. )
I apologize, but I simply have no interest in buying what you’re selling.
( he supposes his mistakes would come to light eventually. he just would have preferred this specific dirty laundry to be thrown out entirely. oh well. it’s just an irksome annoyance now and not really a big deal.
but relationships include trust, right? honesty.
this is difficult. feelings. wow. )
The better question is when is he not wasting air on this planet?
[It's been a few hours since Dice sent Gentaro off to great their fearless leader for his birthday, sending his regards but not going along. Of course, the author did seem suspicious enough that Dice winked as he closed the door, letting him know all was fine.
It bought him precious time to get things together, flowers and a surprisingly not burned dinner, a sweet heart-shaped card with a handwritten note, all laid out on a carefully set table. The cats are sleeping peacefully in the corner and dinner will be ready any minute now, but Gentaro isn't back. Actually, that makes things better in Dice's opinion! He can set it all out, make it fancy. Of course, he's not fancy. He's in skinny jeans and a loose button-up shirt, an apron tied on haphazardly while he cooks the curry. And yes, he made curry for a romantic dinner. It just seemed impossible to mess up.
Stirring the curry, he takes a quick break to survey everything. And he shoots off a quick text to his beloved.]
( he can’t quite help himself. not really. he had tried to make chocolates earlier but that wasn’t enough. not for how alive dice makes him feel.
so he may buy a single red rose on the way home. and he fully intends on catering to every single one of dice’s whims. at least twice. maybe three if his body is up for it.
Yumeno-kun, I apologize for bothering you so suddenly and strangely. I need you to go to Ramuda-kun's apartment and grab a lollipop for him out of his dresser drawer and then please meet me at this location I am sending you.
[Sending him the location to a storefront. Plz hurry.]
[Dice stayed up forever last night, which is unusual for him, perfecting some music for the host club. It was all he could do to keep from going stir crazy. This is really the first time a more unified Fling Posse will get to have a go at this shit, and while he's confident, he's short of cocky. MTC made it to the final before, and while that in and of itself doesn't mean shit to Dice, it might intimidate Gentaro or Ramuda if Dice doesn't give them everything he's got. If he leads, he's gotta lead strong. It kept him up until the late late hours. Something else hinges on this, something he hasn't said. He'll use it to power through.
But now it's the day of the battle, and he's sleeping in a little, clinging to Gentaro more than usual, his forehead pressed to his fiance's temple. There's no way Gentaro is getting out of bed without waking him.]
( gentaro sleeps in more than usual. he isn’t always an early riser, has liked lazing around in bed with him, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.
they’ve been engaged for over two months now. they’ve been dating for over three, closer to four, and well. nothing has changed. dice hasn’t changed his mind. fuck, gentaro’s even more in love with him. )
Mm....? ( he curls into the warmth more, halfway in a ball against dice’s chest. amazing how reality is suddenly better than his dreams. )
[He's going back to work, but about an hour after that last message he's unlocking the door to their apartment with a modest bouquet of brightly colored flowers in the crook of one arm and a few bags of candy and chips in a grocery sack.]
( gentaro has taken to just laying on the bed, on top of the sheets, staring at the ceiling, letting both cat and prince lay around him. he didn’t want to talk about it. he didn’t want to think about it. rather, he would have preferred to write, but that toxic feeling sloshing in his stomach prevented anything useful from coming to the forefront of his mind.
he’s not mad.
he’s not mad he’s not mad he’s not mad. dice has been everything he’s wanted and he’s not mad dice is trying new things and getting new skills and growing.
ah— is he afraid that while dice is growing, he isn’t, and that one day he’ll be left behind?
that’s absurd. ludicrous.
his hand slips down his face and he glances up when he hears dice. )
[For weeks, Dice had planned to be off on his birthday and the leadup, the day before given to gambling and hanging out and the day of given very deliberately to his best friend and fiance. He's gotten the gambling out of his system, and he went straight to a bar with some acquaintances after to get a few drinks.
Of course, Dice drinks like an irresponsible idiot only a year into the habit being legal for him, so he's pretty wasted by the time he texts Gentaro.
It's seriously like 9 PM this is sad. And his friends--gambling buddies, really--have gone off to gamble again instead of listening to Mr. Rambles About Gentaro When He's Drunk. He told Gentaro he'd be out late, but...]
( ever since their talk, gentaro has been far more at ease with the entire situation, the host club included. he felt as if he and dice were finally on the same page. or at least, as close as they could be, all things considered.
when he gets dice’s text, he’s a tad surprised. it’s a bit early for his young and reckless fiancé. )
Failing to pen my next classic. Having fun out on the town?
[Hifumi is still awfully shocked that Gentaro wanted to do this in the first place. A guy like him probably never leaves the house, writing the day away in a house full of notebooks, manuscripts, and sheets of paper all over... at least that's how Hifumi imagined Gentaro's daily life. Do authors even have time to clean when they write all day?! Luckily this might be a good life skill for Gentaro to develop so he can do other things with his hands other than hold pens! If this goes well, Hifumi is sure the possibilities are endless! As a man who has many hand-crafting hobbies, he has many things he can teach others!]
Now, Yumeno-san.
[Hifumi hands him an apron at the bar.]
You've been to bars before, haven't you? You've at least experienced that part of it and seen what all it involves, right?
( gentaro isn’t sure what’s more offensive: the apron or the accusation. his hands loosely hold the edges of the apron, giving it a cursory stare. why on earth did he need to wear this? was this part of the motif? god damn hosts.
with a thin smile, he looks back up at hifumi. )
I’m actually a recovering alcoholic. A terrible encounter with the bottle left me homeless for almost a year before a kind elderly couple took me in. ( a beat. ) Which is a lie. But, yes. I am aware of how a bar works.
[When Gentaro ventures back into the bedroom at some point after Dice has gone to work, he might notice a bright blue envelope on his pillow, addressed in Dice's usual artful scrawl. His sneaky husband-to-be put it there on his way out.
Once opened, a few small items lay inside. A card with a simple childlike drawing of a cat is the most prominent, but there's also a tiny folded paper crane and some silver and gold cat-shaped confetti. The whole thing smells a little like Dice's chosen cologne, with maybe a touch of tobacco. There's a strip of purikura photos they took a few months back and misplaced, Dice making stupid faces while Gentaro laughs and looks at him incredulously.
If Gentaro is brave, he can open the card. Inside, written carefully:]
To the best guy in this place,
Don't know if you noticed, but next month's a year since I got here.
A year since I kissed you. A whole year since I looked at you and thought "damn!" Best year of my life.
I gotta admit, the cat person thing was a little weird at first, and I'm still not sure about it. But if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have hooked up with you like that, so I'm not complaining.
We've been through some shit. This place is fucking batshit! You know, I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with anybody else though. I know we ain't the only guys here from home, and I know Ramuda's here, and I made friends with Hifumi I guess, but every single day there's one part I care about more than anything else.
That's you. You are the best. Seriously. The best.
I'm not good with fancy words like you, but I hope this is something that makes you smile and remember that you've got me, no matter what. I got your back like you got mine.
Even if it's a billion years from now, millions of lifetimes over, I want to be with you. Like I don't want anybody else, and I won't settle for some lame trash now that I've had the best. I love you. And I'm gonna keep bein yours.
I was thinking about writing you some verse here, but it started sounding dumb so you get....
[There's an arrow drawn here to indicate he should look at the back. And on the back is text. Words crammed into every single space, large and small. And in the middle, circled, and in big letters:
STUFF I LOVE ABOUT GENTARO]
- The way you tuck your hair back over your ears - The intense look you get when you hate something you've written - The way you look at Cat - I can pick you up and hold you and never get tired - How mad you get when I won't get up easy in the morning - The smell of your skin right after you take a shower - Those fuckin ankles - The way that ring looks on your hand - And when I catch you staring at it like you're confused... you think I'm not shit sometimes huh! - The cute shit you say to Prince when he steals Cat's treats - You named a fuckin cat Cat - Your rhymes - You tellin me all your story ideas when you get them in the middle of goin to bed - How warm you make me feel - Your smile - Your cooking - Your favorite outfit and the way it makes you look like you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks - Every time you wear lace underwear!!!!!!!!!! - Hearing your voice first in the morning when you're pulling crap to wake me up - Accidental bedtime stories - Kissing you - Going on beach dates - EVERY FUCKIN THING
[And the little list goes on in every direction until he runs out of reasonable space.]
( to say it catches gentaro off guard would be an understatement. his heart accelerates as he stares at the paper, eyes tracking down the list, along the back and squiggles. the feeling of truly being known. it’s not as frightful as he once thought it to be.
fingertips shakily trace the edges of the paper. it’s almost as if it’s too sacred to touch with bare skin. should he frame it? should he fold it open and tuck it away somewhere so the rays of sun will never age it? he feels dizzy. he’s in love
carefully, he decides on setting it back in its envelope and recreating the exact setup he found it in. as if it hasn’t been found yet.
when dice returns home? gentaro is innocently in the kitchen, in his house robe, reading a book with the cats beside him. no blue envelope to be found. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
txt
ur invited to a cool pet thing tomorrow!!
its at the beach
pls reply with ur preferred name
ps u can bring ur human friend i guess
if u dont have a rl pet
he wont be lonely if u do make him wear a collar lol
some time during cordis!!
So in he goes. It's pretty late so there aren't that many people around. He notices this as soon as the steam clears. The tub is big enough for about twenty people, but there's only one guy in the water. ]
Ah. Hey.
[ Looks like he's yet to recognise Gentaro with his hair wet. ]
I'm comin' in.
[ And with that, he removes the towel from around his waist, and takes a step into the tub to sit down. The towel is then placed on the edge. A peaceful bath!!! ]
rip gentaro’s ass i guess
perhaps his life is doomed to repeat, stuck on some sinister loop. he can’t quite say things are exactly the same as they were the last time this similarly played out. ramuda, dice... and with the cordis moon high on the sky. a lot has changed and the numbing reality his may be permanent.. well, it’s enough variables mixed up.
gentaro’s fox ears only twitch a bit at the voice. it’s familiar and it takes him a moment to open his eyes and glance over to confirm who it is. ah yes. isn’t this a familiar track? )
Do you always announce yourself?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
private; text ( dated into the future idefk )
i can't sleep with you anymore
no subject
Come again?
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
[link to party here for your convenience]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Action - villa time
Dice crosses back to the wall and turns the lights down lower, then moves to Gentaro's side, drink in hand.]
Forgot to tell you... you look good in that suit.
no subject
Hm? ( his head playfully cocks to the side and his hand that isn’t holding his glass reaches out to curl into the layers of dice’s three piece. ) Nonsense. You have that accolade tonight. I barely was able to stifle the urge to suggest we find a corridor somewhere ...
( because dice looked that good to break gentaro of any anxiety he’d feel about potentially being caught. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
After Christmas
no subject
I apologize, but I simply have no interest in buying what you’re selling.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
text;
He'll be home soon, but in his downtime he noticed a certain exchange.]
yo is that dick guy bothering u
no subject
but relationships include trust, right? honesty.
this is difficult. feelings. wow. )
The better question is when is he not wasting air on this planet?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
valentine's day - evening
It bought him precious time to get things together, flowers and a surprisingly not burned dinner, a sweet heart-shaped card with a handwritten note, all laid out on a carefully set table. The cats are sleeping peacefully in the corner and dinner will be ready any minute now, but Gentaro isn't back. Actually, that makes things better in Dice's opinion! He can set it all out, make it fancy. Of course, he's not fancy. He's in skinny jeans and a loose button-up shirt, an apron tied on haphazardly while he cooks the curry. And yes, he made curry for a romantic dinner. It just seemed impossible to mess up.
Stirring the curry, he takes a quick break to survey everything. And he shoots off a quick text to his beloved.]
u coming home soon?
💚💜
no subject
Walking into the building now.
( he can’t quite help himself. not really. he had tried to make chocolates earlier but that wasn’t enough. not for how alive dice makes him feel.
so he may buy a single red rose on the way home. and he fully intends on catering to every single one of dice’s whims. at least twice. maybe three if his body is up for it.
he unlocks the front door when he gets there.
and nearly drops the rose.
what — )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
text; we need a weewoo bus!!!
I need you to go to Ramuda-kun's apartment and grab a lollipop for him out of his dresser drawer and then please meet me at this location I am sending you.
[Sending him the location to a storefront. Plz hurry.]
no subject
[link to party here for your convenience]
On the morning of the rap battle
But now it's the day of the battle, and he's sleeping in a little, clinging to Gentaro more than usual, his forehead pressed to his fiance's temple. There's no way Gentaro is getting out of bed without waking him.]
no subject
they’ve been engaged for over two months now. they’ve been dating for over three, closer to four, and well. nothing has changed. dice hasn’t changed his mind. fuck, gentaro’s even more in love with him. )
Mm....? ( he curls into the warmth more, halfway in a ball against dice’s chest. amazing how reality is suddenly better than his dreams. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
After the host club ad
Hey, I'm home!
no subject
he’s not mad.
he’s not mad he’s not mad he’s not mad. dice has been everything he’s wanted and he’s not mad dice is trying new things and getting new skills and growing.
ah— is he afraid that while dice is growing, he isn’t, and that one day he’ll be left behind?
that’s absurd. ludicrous.
his hand slips down his face and he glances up when he hears dice. )
Back here.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
7/6 - birthday eve
Of course, Dice drinks like an irresponsible idiot only a year into the habit being legal for him, so he's pretty wasted by the time he texts Gentaro.
It's seriously like 9 PM this is sad. And his friends--gambling buddies, really--have gone off to gamble again instead of listening to Mr. Rambles About Gentaro When He's Drunk. He told Gentaro he'd be out late, but...]
babe
what u up to
no subject
when he gets dice’s text, he’s a tad surprised. it’s a bit early for his young and reckless fiancé. )
Failing to pen my next classic.
Having fun out on the town?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
tonight we discover whose life will be more ruined by Gentaro bartending
Now, Yumeno-san.
[Hifumi hands him an apron at the bar.]
You've been to bars before, haven't you? You've at least experienced that part of it and seen what all it involves, right?
place your bets, ladies
with a thin smile, he looks back up at hifumi. )
I’m actually a recovering alcoholic. A terrible encounter with the bottle left me homeless for almost a year before a kind elderly couple took me in. ( a beat. ) Which is a lie. But, yes. I am aware of how a bar works.
no subject
Once opened, a few small items lay inside. A card with a simple childlike drawing of a cat is the most prominent, but there's also a tiny folded paper crane and some silver and gold cat-shaped confetti. The whole thing smells a little like Dice's chosen cologne, with maybe a touch of tobacco. There's a strip of purikura photos they took a few months back and misplaced, Dice making stupid faces while Gentaro laughs and looks at him incredulously.
If Gentaro is brave, he can open the card. Inside, written carefully:]
To the best guy in this place,
Don't know if you noticed, but next month's a year since I got here.
A year since I kissed you. A whole year since I looked at you and thought "damn!" Best year of my life.
I gotta admit, the cat person thing was a little weird at first, and I'm still not sure about it. But if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have hooked up with you like that, so I'm not complaining.
We've been through some shit. This place is fucking batshit! You know, I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with anybody else though. I know we ain't the only guys here from home, and I know Ramuda's here, and I made friends with Hifumi I guess, but every single day there's one part I care about more than anything else.
That's you. You are the best. Seriously. The best.
I'm not good with fancy words like you, but I hope this is something that makes you smile and remember that you've got me, no matter what. I got your back like you got mine.
Even if it's a billion years from now, millions of lifetimes over, I want to be with you. Like I don't want anybody else, and I won't settle for some lame trash now that I've had the best. I love you. And I'm gonna keep bein yours.
I was thinking about writing you some verse here, but it started sounding dumb so you get....
[There's an arrow drawn here to indicate he should look at the back. And on the back is text. Words crammed into every single space, large and small. And in the middle, circled, and in big letters:
STUFF I LOVE ABOUT GENTARO]
- The way you tuck your hair back over your ears
- The intense look you get when you hate something you've written
- The way you look at Cat
- I can pick you up and hold you and never get tired
- How mad you get when I won't get up easy in the morning
- The smell of your skin right after you take a shower
- Those fuckin ankles
- The way that ring looks on your hand
- And when I catch you staring at it like you're confused... you think I'm not shit sometimes huh!
- The cute shit you say to Prince when he steals Cat's treats
- You named a fuckin cat Cat
- Your rhymes
- You tellin me all your story ideas when you get them in the middle of goin to bed
- How warm you make me feel
- Your smile
- Your cooking
- Your favorite outfit and the way it makes you look like you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks
- Every time you wear lace underwear!!!!!!!!!!
- Hearing your voice first in the morning when you're pulling crap to wake me up
- Accidental bedtime stories
- Kissing you
- Going on beach dates
- EVERY FUCKIN THING
[And the little list goes on in every direction until he runs out of reasonable space.]
no subject
fingertips shakily trace the edges of the paper. it’s almost as if it’s too sacred to touch with bare skin. should he frame it? should he fold it open and tuck it away somewhere so the rays of sun will never age it? he feels dizzy. he’s in love
carefully, he decides on setting it back in its envelope and recreating the exact setup he found it in. as if it hasn’t been found yet.
when dice returns home? gentaro is innocently in the kitchen, in his house robe, reading a book with the cats beside him. no blue envelope to be found. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...