[ 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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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?