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[yumenope]

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[chronicgambler]

Oh, yeah? I'm lookin' forward to it, then!

[Dice moves his head slightly to press a fleeting kiss to the tip of Gentaro's nose, then settles their foreheads back together.]

Thanks. For givin' me a shot.

[yumenope]

( he won’t cry. he refuses to cry. he’s used up so many tears in his life he isn’t even sure he’s capable of it anymore. )

Thank you for being patient.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice would chase away every last tear, if he did.]

Worth waitin' for. And it's not like you didn't do your fair share of waitin', too.

[yumenope]

( he’s so very quiet when he says this next piece: )

I’ve liked you since you fought that host. Certainly not enough to risk messing with the team dynamics during the battle season, however...

[chronicgambler]

Nah, I get it. I'm glad we figured it out!

[He can feel his face heating up a little, and his voice drops to a mumble.]

I didn't figure it out 'til I kissed you. [Louder:] Man, I really don't have my shit together sometimes!

[yumenope]

( he tips his head to capture dice’s lips, slow and warm and forceful. )

Keep talking like that and you’ll ruin the mood.

[chronicgambler]

Sorry, babe.

[He runs fingers along Gentaro's jaw, kissing him back just the same way, slow, deliberate. A statement.]

'm all yours now.

[yumenope]

Yes. You are. Forever, evidently.

( but he says it with a twist of a smile and who can hardly blame him if he shifts back against the kitchen wall, tugging dice close to kiss him harder. he probably isn’t angling to hook up when dice went to all this trouble to make dinner, but... he does want something. he just against all odds got engaged. )