( it’s not bad. gentaro would feel just as dead inside if he was provided a long laundry list of all the things dice said or people he did when they weren’t caught up in each other’s beds. by no means would he be angry with dice, but the feeling that’d overtake him wouldn’t be great; he’d hate it.
dice’s words do make a great deal of sense. he shouldn’t dwell on what this place may or may not have forced him to do, what mistakes he made... he’s been given a gift, weirdly, a time and space to exist without consequence from his life before here, and now again with dice who looks so serious when he says he loves him.
starting today, he’s forgetting dice wasn’t his first. if it’s up to gentaro, dice will be his last; he’s tired of losing precious things and chances at being happy. )
I really am an idiot, aren’t I? ( he muses aloud and curls his fingers tightly in dice’s. ) All right. Starting now, ( he murmurs it and glances down at his device to confirm whatever weird moon date there is ) Anything before three weeks ago simply did not exist. ( his eyes flick back to dice, brighter and more gentaro like. ) By some miracle, I managed to convince Shibuya’s dearest MC Dead or Alive to choose life, and one with a cat and wrinkling old man.
If you're an idiot, what's that make me? I'm sitting here still thinking back to when I got here and we... messed around and everything. Moons or not, I'm happy it happened. I needed that.
[The rest is all ancient history, to Dice. What matters has always been the moment he's in, not the skeletons in the past's closet, and not even the brightest of futures. Maybe Gentaro makes him think about the future, though, and that's... sure something.
Gentaro's right. He chose life. This life. And he wants it to be good. None of this is exciting. The past is extraneous drama and nonsense, and neither of them needs to look back. Gentaro is his only, his now, his future, and his fondest happiness. Hell, he didn't know he could feel this good without risking everything.]
A cat, and you, and uh... [He was holding onto this, but maybe it's the right time to bring it up. He runs a hand through his hair, then fusses with the die and beads hanging near his temple.] ...a job, actually.
( get ready for the greatest juxtaposition to ever exist, dice. gentaro hears him mention that, when he first got here, and his mind is already going, words already forming. it’s been months now, but in the grand scheme of things it’s felt like a blink of an eye. what’s a few moths out of twenty some odd years?
so he starts by commenting on that: ) Please. As if I hadn’t been hoping you’d return so I’d finally have a chance. ( with dice. perhaps not a relationship a first, but gentaro knows deep down he had probably wanted that, too. attachment. even if he lied to himself about it for weeks and weeks and weeks. )
( but then dice drops the job bomb, and it registers, and gentaro blinks. and bliiiinks. his eyes focus on the fiddling. ) ... You did? ( but — ) Why?
[Somehow, that heartens Dice, hearing that Gentaro wanted him to come back, that Gentaro was waiting for him. Being wanted is... wild. He's still not sure what to do with it. But he'll take it if it means feeling as incredible as this so fucking often.
If he had to go back and do it again, he realizes he wouldn't have changed a thing. They needed time to meet in the middle. He's okay with it hurting. That's life. And he loves life, now.]
I know, I know! I don't need to have one! I just thought maybe it'd help out.
( dice had always been the only one to ever capture gentaro’s attention long enough to want, to crave, to consider something as unknown as a relationship. it would be the only thing that wasn’t in gentaro’s sole control. and he didn’t regret a single second of it. )
I ... see. ( his face is warm and red and his heart is soaring. ) I — where? ( he’s smiling now and he feels so stupidly happy? that dice even thought to do something that he thought would “help”. it’s... sweet. too sweet. he’s leaning in some to brush his lips against dice’s cheek, nose halfway nuzzling that same spot after. ) Dear Dice, you beat me to one. I’m proud. ( it’s a tease but every single jest has some truth to it.
[He raises a hand to touch Gentaro's cheek, fingers sweeping over his skin. Really, he did do it out of love. Out of wanting to contribute something, instead of being just a siphon on their jointly gained funds. He can still gamble to his heart's delight, but now he'll have something to fall back on, and extra money so he can buy stuff for Gentaro when he sees it... And he'll give him one hell of a Valentine's, and White Day, and his birthday. He'll show all these fucking idiots who thought they could have even a piece of Gentaro that they're nothing. That he's worth Gentaro's attention and time.
He has a long way to go, but he'll be fine.]
Proud?
[He's... not sure anyone's ever been proud of him before.]
( was it weird to say he was proud? did it sound too paternal? he’s almost about to amend that, add another joke, make it clear he isn’t trying to suggest or imply he’s better than dice and therefore is proud for that reason.
again, dice’s second comment stops the gears in his head. and they change direction entirely.
host ... club.
the host’s... host club?
at least he didn’t say he was a stripper. )
That seems like a natural choice, given our previous lives. ( the DJ thing. he’s trying not bristle like a cat over a mere sideways mention of hifumi or that dice is going to be around that idiots for hours and hours and that host clubs are peculiar and gentaro doesn’t quite get them or )
Ah. One moment please. ( he feigns reaching to send a text — he doesn’t even turn it on. ) I have to inform a certain host that if he so much as looks at you improperly he’ll be without a certain limb~
( he’s quiet. he easily allows the phone to be moved aside. well... )
Perhaps ( he says slowly, tentatively ) I can begin to forgive him, if he’s willing to help you out.
( it’s a lot!! to even say aloud!! ) We had tea, once. I nearly poisoned my own halfway through. ( needless to say, hifumi just annoys him. but he doesn’t hate him. and if he really wants to help dice, maybe he can’t be too petty over that. ) But I’m willing to overlook such flagrant flaws if you’re happy.
[He presses his forehead to Gentaro's temple and wraps his arms around him.]
I ain't asking for anything like that. You think what you wanna think about him--he's still kinda annoying, anyway. But he got me a job, so I'm gonna be a little nicer.
[Dice isn't totally unaware of the friction between them, but Hifumi's done him a solid. He's gotta pay it back! But not at the expense of Gentaro's comfort, obviously.]
If you want me to work somewhere else, I'll keep lookin'. Nobody's ever been proud of me before, not that I can remember them sayin', so I don't wanna give up.
( his face turns even redder. his heart is racing and he feels lovesick all over again. will he ever get used to dating this beautiful and wild soul? )
No. Take the job.
( he isn’t going to let a petty spat with hifumi stop dice from this. )
The position seems to suit you well. ( he’s being honest, no lies here. remarkable. ) You’ll, of course, have to preview anything you make. Before debuting it to the public. ( yes he’s suggesting fucking to mixes dice ends up making. that’s exactly what he’s implying. )
[Dice just grins. They've come around from a sad, strained topic to Gentaro being honestly happy for him, he thinks. And that's all he can ask for. He's gotta take care of business, too.]
You bet! I'll probably ask you a lot about what works and what doesn't... You know, play it for you and stuff. I'm gonna be making shit up, and I'm actually kinda excited. Is that weird? Maybe I'll be good at it.
( it’s remarkable. it’s just a testament to their push and pull, their ability to see through it all and to come out stronger. )
I see. ( a hum and there’s an upturn of his lips; he’s definitely feeling better. ) Well, there is a saying that creative minds seek other one another out. It seems to track. I’d be glad to give you my honest opinion.
I've never done anything like this, but you're creating stuff all the time, right? I gotta catch up.
[It's funny how loving Gentaro has already changed his mindset and his life, how much he wants to be a better person, a better partner. Does he still gamble away a disproportionate amount of his chroma? Oh, sure. But he always comes home to Gentaro, always wants to make him smile and be there to share in the little dumb shit that makes life worth it. For once, life is worth it.]
Thanks... I didn't mean to change the subject or anything, I just... really wanted to tell you right away.
( is that what it’s like to have someone excited to tell you news? to share their day? it’s so surreal. while gentaro had had it briefly with his friend, it hadn’t been this level of... well, everything. )
I’m deeply offended. Mortally wounded.
( he feigns a sniffle behind a sleeve, eyes shutting for effect. but as the sleeve slips there’s a tug of a smile appearing. ) A lie, of course. I’m glad your first thought was to tell me and not to buy a fancier place to live than this. ( also a joke!!!!!! )
( god he’s in love with this idiot. how did he get so lucky and start letting someone in again? )
I don’t find it weird. ( it’s whimsically said, as if he’s almost afraid of how easy all of this. how natural. how much he feels like he belongs when he’s with dice. could this really last? )
In fact, I once made a wish a long time ago. Back before you returned here.
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dice’s words do make a great deal of sense. he shouldn’t dwell on what this place may or may not have forced him to do, what mistakes he made... he’s been given a gift, weirdly, a time and space to exist without consequence from his life before here, and now again with dice who looks so serious when he says he loves him.
starting today, he’s forgetting dice wasn’t his first. if it’s up to gentaro, dice will be his last; he’s tired of losing precious things and chances at being happy. )
I really am an idiot, aren’t I? ( he muses aloud and curls his fingers tightly in dice’s. ) All right. Starting now, ( he murmurs it and glances down at his device to confirm whatever weird moon date there is ) Anything before three weeks ago simply did not exist. ( his eyes flick back to dice, brighter and more gentaro like. ) By some miracle, I managed to convince Shibuya’s dearest MC Dead or Alive to choose life, and one with a cat and wrinkling old man.
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[The rest is all ancient history, to Dice. What matters has always been the moment he's in, not the skeletons in the past's closet, and not even the brightest of futures. Maybe Gentaro makes him think about the future, though, and that's... sure something.
Gentaro's right. He chose life. This life. And he wants it to be good. None of this is exciting. The past is extraneous drama and nonsense, and neither of them needs to look back. Gentaro is his only, his now, his future, and his fondest happiness. Hell, he didn't know he could feel this good without risking everything.]
A cat, and you, and uh... [He was holding onto this, but maybe it's the right time to bring it up. He runs a hand through his hair, then fusses with the die and beads hanging near his temple.] ...a job, actually.
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so he starts by commenting on that: ) Please. As if I hadn’t been hoping you’d return so I’d finally have a chance. ( with dice. perhaps not a relationship a first, but gentaro knows deep down he had probably wanted that, too. attachment. even if he lied to himself about it for weeks and weeks and weeks. )
( but then dice drops the job bomb, and it registers, and gentaro blinks. and bliiiinks. his eyes focus on the fiddling. ) ... You did? ( but — ) Why?
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If he had to go back and do it again, he realizes he wouldn't have changed a thing. They needed time to meet in the middle. He's okay with it hurting. That's life. And he loves life, now.]
I know, I know! I don't need to have one! I just thought maybe it'd help out.
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I ... see. ( his face is warm and red and his heart is soaring. ) I — where? ( he’s smiling now and he feels so stupidly happy? that dice even thought to do something that he thought would “help”. it’s... sweet. too sweet. he’s leaning in some to brush his lips against dice’s cheek, nose halfway nuzzling that same spot after. ) Dear Dice, you beat me to one. I’m proud. ( it’s a tease but every single jest has some truth to it.
he’s in love and proud. )
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He has a long way to go, but he'll be fine.]
Proud?
[He's... not sure anyone's ever been proud of him before.]
It's at the host club... I'm gonna be a DJ.
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again, dice’s second comment stops the gears in his head. and they change direction entirely.
host ... club.
the host’s... host club?
at least he didn’t say he was a stripper. )
That seems like a natural choice, given our previous lives. ( the DJ thing. he’s trying not bristle like a cat over a mere sideways mention of hifumi or that dice is going to be around that idiots for hours and hours and that host clubs are peculiar and gentaro doesn’t quite get them or )
Ah. One moment please. ( he feigns reaching to send a text — he doesn’t even turn it on. ) I have to inform a certain host that if he so much as looks at you improperly he’ll be without a certain limb~
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He's chill now, kinda. I'll kick his ass if he does anything stupid, don't worry. He actually, uh... vouched for me with the owner.
[This is dangerous territory...]
He's kind of an idiot, but he knows a lot of people, so I thought he could help. He won't bug me, though, and I'll keep him off your case if I gotta.
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Perhaps ( he says slowly, tentatively ) I can begin to forgive him, if he’s willing to help you out.
( it’s a lot!! to even say aloud!! ) We had tea, once. I nearly poisoned my own halfway through. ( needless to say, hifumi just annoys him. but he doesn’t hate him. and if he really wants to help dice, maybe he can’t be too petty over that. ) But I’m willing to overlook such flagrant flaws if you’re happy.
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I ain't asking for anything like that. You think what you wanna think about him--he's still kinda annoying, anyway. But he got me a job, so I'm gonna be a little nicer.
[Dice isn't totally unaware of the friction between them, but Hifumi's done him a solid. He's gotta pay it back! But not at the expense of Gentaro's comfort, obviously.]
If you want me to work somewhere else, I'll keep lookin'. Nobody's ever been proud of me before, not that I can remember them sayin', so I don't wanna give up.
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No. Take the job.
( he isn’t going to let a petty spat with hifumi stop dice from this. )
The position seems to suit you well. ( he’s being honest, no lies here. remarkable. ) You’ll, of course, have to preview anything you make. Before debuting it to the public. ( yes he’s suggesting fucking to mixes dice ends up making. that’s exactly what he’s implying. )
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You bet! I'll probably ask you a lot about what works and what doesn't... You know, play it for you and stuff. I'm gonna be making shit up, and I'm actually kinda excited. Is that weird? Maybe I'll be good at it.
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I see. ( a hum and there’s an upturn of his lips; he’s definitely feeling better. ) Well, there is a saying that creative minds seek other one another out. It seems to track. I’d be glad to give you my honest opinion.
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[It's funny how loving Gentaro has already changed his mindset and his life, how much he wants to be a better person, a better partner. Does he still gamble away a disproportionate amount of his chroma? Oh, sure. But he always comes home to Gentaro, always wants to make him smile and be there to share in the little dumb shit that makes life worth it. For once, life is worth it.]
Thanks... I didn't mean to change the subject or anything, I just... really wanted to tell you right away.
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I’m deeply offended. Mortally wounded.
( he feigns a sniffle behind a sleeve, eyes shutting for effect. but as the sleeve slips there’s a tug of a smile appearing. ) A lie, of course. I’m glad your first thought was to tell me and not to buy a fancier place to live than this. ( also a joke!!!!!! )
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[Dice smiles broadly, his trepidation ebbing away completely.]
I love bein' with you. Just us, you know? It's weird, yeah, but it's good. Like stuff means somethin'.
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I don’t find it weird. ( it’s whimsically said, as if he’s almost afraid of how easy all of this. how natural. how much he feels like he belongs when he’s with dice. could this really last? )
In fact, I once made a wish a long time ago. Back before you returned here.