[ The look on Miyuki's face clearly reads a nice, long train of "lolololol" in his head, a wide grin firmly in place as he keeps out of Eijun's reach. Not that it's that difficult, considering he's faster in an enclosed space where Eijun is clumsy and unable to go after him without crashing into something, but he knows that he won't let go of him if he does the catching. ]
I'm just saying! [ His eyes flick to where the pizza is, and he shrugs his shoulders as if he's going to go and get it.
Instead, he swoops into Eijun's personal space, leaning in so he'll have to lean back and he can loom a little over him. His hands go to his waist, and he tones the grin down to a smirk. ] Mmm, the pizza smells good, but you smell better.
[ already flustered and embarrassed from his disaster in the kitchen, eijun has exactly enough time to grab onto the pan and pick it up to throw it away before there is a miyuki suddenly all up in his space. ]
Fuh-- [ his cheeks go puffy in his shock and miyuki is frankly lucky he doesn't accidentally dump out the pan on his head, considering, and he goes even redder, but doesn't back down from it. ] I invited you over for regular food, not--that kinda food, jerk!!
[ It's really cute when Eijun puffs up like that, and Miyuki allows himself that sole thought as he tilts his head at him. The smirk stays intact, because he's an awful supernatural being, but he just carefully takes Eijun's chin and drags his thumb across his lower lip in a casual tease rather than anything completely terrible he can do. ]
And you tried very hard on your first attempt. Don't you think that deserves a reward ~ ?
[ But he does start to lean back, because he doesn't quite trust Eijun's self control. If it were him, he would've dumped the pan on himself ages ago. ]
[ eijun makes a noise that sounds much like verbal keysmash as he tries to resist his shitty-incubus-not-boyfriend. it's not going well, and he turns even redder. ]
You're making fun of me! [ you shitlord. LOOK OK HE'S NOT THAT DUMB. but his resolve is 100% breaking too. gdi. ]
Eh, a little bit. [ Miyuki pinches his fingers close together, reaching out with his other hand to carefully take the pan out of Eijun's grasp. He's not exactly keen on having to clean up that particular mess, so, you know. Moving to put that in the sink for later instead of having to deal with it at all. ]
But I am impressed at what you managed to do before you set it on fire. [ He leans back against the counter, posture open and a little bit sleazy. ]
[ stupid miyuki, eijun grumbles under his breath. now that he actually knows his last name it's weird to refer to him as anything but, and "stupid miyuki" has a much better ring to it than "stupid kazuya." those thoughts are for later, and he grumpily lets him take the pan from his hand, folding his arms. ]
Y-yeah, well, not everybody's used to cooking all the time like you. [ huff...
at least he's not gonna go moving to fit into that space. yet. ]
[ Truth be told, it's too bad that Eijun doesn't call him Kazu or Kazuya anymore. Miyuki tries not to think about why he has those kinds of thoughts, and instead focuses generally on embarrassing the poor guy. He's good food, and an interesting person as much as he's an unpredictable pitcher. It's not all bad, having to listen to him yelling and chattering on.
So he just shrugs his shoulders lazily, keeping his weight leaned back on his hands rather than closing himself off by crossing his arms. ]
I really could teach you, you know. We could do it together, like a proper battery ~
[ eijun gives him a look that is mostly sizing him up, it's not like it's the first time (and he's still super embarrassed about having his great plans totally not only A) figured out but B) ruined ) and he huffs again. so serious. ]
... isn't it already? [ he's so gullible he's about to fall right into your trick again miyuki ]
[ The one thing that always, without fail, manages to catch Miyuki off guard is how simple yet earnest Sawamura Eijun is. He can't help but stare at him for a moment, eyebrows raised, before he snorts softly and angles his head with one of his more charming smirks in place. ]
[ see, eijun's dumb but he's not always that dumb. he scoots forward a little further into miyuki's space and jabs him in the chest with his finger, instead. ]
We do it all the time! How much closer can we get?! [ the answer is "a lot" considering feelings. ]
[ Miyuki widens his eyes in fake surprise, reaching out once Eijun is within reach because he make the mistake of stepping into his space just enough for it to be easy. He settles his hands at his waist, tapping his fingers pointedly. ]
A lot, Sawamura! Take it from me, there are ways to get closer to someone you're having sex with.
TELL ME, THEN. [ too loud for such a small space, jfc. he looks serious though, mouth drawn in a frown, a little huffy, cheeks bright red. ] I want to be the best battery possible.
[ At least he hasn't managed to actually eat him alive yet. ]
Volume, Sawamura, I'm standing right here. [ But he slides his arms around him anyways, holding his wrists secure in the small of Eijun's back. ] First, we're going to eat pizza together. And then I'm gonna teach you something easy in the kitchen. [ Miyuki leans in towards him, chin tipped up a little. ] And then I'll eat it off you, and we'll go from there.
[ he nods through these things--the first two especially, because that sounds fine. he wants to protest, he doesn't need to be taught, especially by miyuki, he can figure it out himself, but before he can get that out he snaps his mouth shut at "i'll eat it off you."
dammit. ] ...Fine. [ he does quiet down, too, and flushes a little further. this face is a little sulky, but he gives up and puts his arms on miyuki's shoulders. ([b-baka]) ] I can't believe you were early, shitty Miyuki.
[ Miyuki should, probably, feel bad for picking on Eijun so much. But he's right - he is shitty. At least he's never tried to leave him for dead like most cubi do, so he's not so shitty in that way, but if Eijun knows that then he's never indicated it. Besides, it's not like he doesn't fight back.
Tilting his head, he moves enough to nuzzle his nose into his brown hair, consoling. ] I know, I know ~ I'm awful. But I wanted to see your surprise that much, Sawamura. You had me really curious! [ Though he shouldn't do it, his pitcher is sulking.
So he kisses his temple, a little bit condescending but pushing more on placating. ]
i killed all my icon keywords so now you just get constant :D face
Quit making fun of me!! [ look okay eijun is dumb but he's not that dumb. even so, his fire has cooled down to a managable level and he's just pouting, dropping his chin on miyuki's shoulder and staring at the disaster of the dinner that he'd tried to make over it. it was dumb, really dumb, he's not sure why he even tried but the day sawamura eijun gives up on something is the day he dies so. he's going to succeed at it eventually. and be the ace of cooking! or something.
maybe.
he huffs, annoyed. ] You suck. [ but he tips his head to actually look at him, pout still firmly in place. ]
Sorry! [ Except he laughs, so he has to squash that down before he's a little more sincere, less of a jerk. Eijun has a peculiar skill of getting him to manage this. ] I'm sorry, you really did try. Next time will go better, and I'll try not to be early.
[ Miyuki combs his fingers through his messy hair, briefly, before his poor pitcher is moving his chin off his shoulder. God, at least he's cute - a thing that regularly frustrates him, though - and tries so very hard. Moving his hand, he cups his face, thumbing his cheek as he moves to press a kiss to his forehead. ] Let's go eat that pizza, okay?
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I'm just saying! [ His eyes flick to where the pizza is, and he shrugs his shoulders as if he's going to go and get it.
Instead, he swoops into Eijun's personal space, leaning in so he'll have to lean back and he can loom a little over him. His hands go to his waist, and he tones the grin down to a smirk. ] Mmm, the pizza smells good, but you smell better.
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Fuh-- [ his cheeks go puffy in his shock and miyuki is frankly lucky he doesn't accidentally dump out the pan on his head, considering, and he goes even redder, but doesn't back down from it. ] I invited you over for regular food, not--that kinda food, jerk!!
[ he says...as he does not move... ]
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And you tried very hard on your first attempt. Don't you think that deserves a reward ~ ?
[ But he does start to lean back, because he doesn't quite trust Eijun's self control. If it were him, he would've dumped the pan on himself ages ago. ]
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You're making fun of me! [ you shitlord. LOOK OK HE'S NOT THAT DUMB. but his resolve is 100% breaking too. gdi. ]
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But I am impressed at what you managed to do before you set it on fire. [ He leans back against the counter, posture open and a little bit sleazy. ]
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Y-yeah, well, not everybody's used to cooking all the time like you. [ huff...
at least he's not gonna go moving to fit into that space. yet. ]
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So he just shrugs his shoulders lazily, keeping his weight leaned back on his hands rather than closing himself off by crossing his arms. ]
I really could teach you, you know. We could do it together, like a proper battery ~
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not the b word
squints ] ...do you think it'd make us a stronger battery?
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really? ]
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Well, it could! It'd be a bonding experience, after all.
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... isn't it already? [ he's so gullible he's about to fall right into your trick again miyuki ]
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It'd be more of one.
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dammit. huffily: ] It's different if it's for the battery.
[ why is it different, eijun?? oh, because then there are feelings ]
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Miyuki shifts his weight so that he's leaning with his hips rather than his hands, which lets him spread his fingers wide in a welcoming gesture. ]
It would bring us closer, wouldn't it? So, it's not just for the battery, though that'd certainly benefit.
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We do it all the time! How much closer can we get?! [ the answer is "a lot" considering feelings. ]
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A lot, Sawamura! Take it from me, there are ways to get closer to someone you're having sex with.
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TELL ME, THEN. [ too loud for such a small space, jfc. he looks serious though, mouth drawn in a frown, a little huffy, cheeks bright red. ] I want to be the best battery possible.
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Volume, Sawamura, I'm standing right here. [ But he slides his arms around him anyways, holding his wrists secure in the small of Eijun's back. ] First, we're going to eat pizza together. And then I'm gonna teach you something easy in the kitchen. [ Miyuki leans in towards him, chin tipped up a little. ] And then I'll eat it off you, and we'll go from there.
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dammit. ] ...Fine. [ he does quiet down, too, and flushes a little further. this face is a little sulky, but he gives up and puts his arms on miyuki's shoulders. ([b-baka]) ] I can't believe you were early, shitty Miyuki.
[ he is pouting. he's absolutely pouting. ]
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Tilting his head, he moves enough to nuzzle his nose into his brown hair, consoling. ] I know, I know ~ I'm awful. But I wanted to see your surprise that much, Sawamura. You had me really curious! [ Though he shouldn't do it, his pitcher is sulking.
So he kisses his temple, a little bit condescending but pushing more on placating. ]
i killed all my icon keywords so now you just get constant :D face
maybe.
he huffs, annoyed. ] You suck. [ but he tips his head to actually look at him, pout still firmly in place. ]
At least he's cute
[ Miyuki combs his fingers through his messy hair, briefly, before his poor pitcher is moving his chin off his shoulder. God, at least he's cute - a thing that regularly frustrates him, though - and tries so very hard. Moving his hand, he cups his face, thumbing his cheek as he moves to press a kiss to his forehead. ] Let's go eat that pizza, okay?