[ delivery service?! that's crazy. that's very sweet, but it's crazy because kaiser needs more than 15 minutes to do his daily "i stand in front of the mirror and self-hypnotize myself" morning routine that he keeps interrupting to message back and tame his hair.
mind over matter, so: when isagi shows up and kaiser lets him in, he should not comment on how kaiser has his hair tied up but this isn't fixing the shorter stray strands of hair sticking out. ]
... You need to fix your habit of running off, Yoichi. Good morning.
( luckily for kaiser, isagi's not the kind of guy who notices these things or even if he does, like it matters? he just slips inside and leans his back against the door, glad no one spotted him coming this way. )
Ah. ( he nods. he really didn't know what to do this morning. he thought it'd be awkward if he overstayed and he figured he should leave before the rest of the guys started getting up for their workout. )
Morning. ( he lifts up the paper bag filled with some breakfast for kaiser. bagel with a side of cream cheese, butter, jam, an omelette and orange juice. ) For you.
[ blame it on how long he's known ness, but operating purely on auto-pilot, his response to that is to reach up and pat isagi on the head before reaching to take the food off of his hands. the nonchalance with which he does this gives away the fact that he really thinks nothing of it. ]
Ah. ( he lifts his hand up to run his fingers through his hair when kaiser just takes the food like it's no big deal, but what was he really expecting. it is just breakfast. not even anything special. isagi clears his throat and looks around the room again. still no chair. )
Sure, I'll stay. ( he'll just... sit on the floor with his back to the door because why not? it's fine. it's comfortable. he lifts one knee up, resting his forearm on it and lets his other leg stretch out. )
Seems like we got the day off today. You got any plans?
[ kaiser gestures vaguely at the bed — even less made than it was the evening before now — before taking a sip of orange juice and continuing to fuss with his hair products. usually ness will take care of the parts that are hard for him to deal with on his own, but calling him over now seems like a disastrously bad decision, so... ]
As for what I'm doing... [ let him think about this. he normally would have planned it out the night before, but for some reason, he didn't have the chance. ] Let's see. Match reviews, catching up with the games going on in Europe currently...
[ reading self-help books and ignoring all the advice. ]
( the bed... he eyes it for a moment. it's comfortable, inviting, but it feels a little fucking rude to go sit there when the owner of said bed isn't in it himself. not that it would make this any less awkward. probably.
returning to looking at kaiser fussing with his hair, he thinks it already looks fine just as it is, but this works in his favor because it gives him the opportunity to just watch him for a bit while pondering thoughts about last night's kiss.
shit. he's feeling somewhat out of his element here. he can't read kaiser like he does on the pitch. why did he let him kiss him? why did he text him this morning? could've just pretended nothing happened and moved on. is this guy just bored or something? )
Want to hang out with me instead? ( he blurts the words out before even letting himself consider his other options. )
[ the answer comes as naturally as it does immediately; clearly, he didn't think about it. nor does kaiser seem to think much of it, because he simply continues to fiddle with his hair for a few more moments before glancing over and pointing to the blue lock-provided tablet he's left half-tucked under the bed. one could easily imagine him scrolling through it before bed and sleepily leaving it there, the positioning is about right for that.
it's not actually his and there's no personal information on it, so it'll unlock without any issues. ]
Take a look and see if there's anything you want to watch.
[ because they are going to be watching games, this is not up for negotiation. he's got plenty of videos bookmarked in a browser, organized by league and then by date, way more fastidious than his room is organized. ]
( the bed again. looks like he's got no other choice. isagi finally gets up this time and goes to sit by the corner of the bed just like yesterday and he reaches for the tablet, touching the display screen to start scrolling through what games he thinks they should check out. )
I want to see Rin. ( see how he did in that match with barcha and the one before that too. not that he hasn't already replayed those matches with hiori, but if they're going to spend their time watching games then he wants to continue to study how much rin's progressed so far and see how he can surpass him. maybe kaiser will share what he thinks. that'll be interesting. )
[ there's a pause as kaiser thinks about that and stops fiddling with his hair, instead opening up the paper bag and plopping down on the other end of the bed. will this get crumbs on his sheets? yeah... but he doesn't care, he's given up on making the bed at this point, he'll just get everything washed and changed later. ]
... Oh, the little Itoshi. [ "little", not "younger", despite younger being a more accurate description... at least kaiser remembers who that is, he genuinely could not place the majority of blue lock players. ] Yeah, he's not bad.
[ that might be the nicest thing that kaiser is willing to say about anybody in blue lock, so far be it from damning with faint praise. he pulls out the bagel, holding and biting into it with the kind of delicacy that suggests that kaiser is used to and maybe a little overly aware of people watching him when he eats, it's rather restrained compared to his usual demeanor. ]
And PXG has been playing well, statistically speaking. [ if it sounds like he's implying the statistics are more complimentary from reality: he is. ] Sure, let's watch them, then.
( he holds the tablet out at first before just getting up to sit a little closer so they can actually watch the match together. it's not even five minutes into the game before he decides to ask kaiser about what his plans are moving forward. )
So. Re Al. You going? ( might as well ask since it's what he's been wondering about ever since kaiser got that huge bid... )
[ that causes kaiser to pause halfway into taking a bite, his mouth still modestly open for a few moments before he lowers the food to his lap and closes his mouth for a second before he can start in on a response to that question. ]
It's indelicate to ask questions like that.
[ he doesn't sound offended, though. he's simply delicately pointing out that you know, maybe don't ask that to people aside from him. ]
Sorry. ( he gets it's really none of his business, but it's what's been on his mind lately. isagi then waves his hand in a 'okay, okay, we can forget about it' way, looking somewhat apologetic. )
Let's just watch the game. ( he presses play on the screen and doesn't say much after that, even if he's totally still thinking about that crazy bid. the thing is... and it's not that they've ever managed to work together as a team on the field, but... that thing people said about them, how if they can maybe find a way to sync up... he wants to try that. at least once.
he sighs. problem is they're both trying to one-up one another. they're both trying to score more goals. nngh. should he pass... no. that's not it. )
[ kaiser isn't stealing the contrarian shtick from little french boys, so it's not that he feels compelled to answer further now that isagi's said they can just watch in silence — but it wasn't as if he was avoiding the question, he just really doesn't have an answer to it. nor did he mean to make it seem as if isagi should be sorry for asking, but that's just the normal collateral damage from having the personality profile he has, so. ]
Strictly speaking... [ he doesn't look up from the screen as he says this. ] Accepting the offer is the more rational choice. In fact, there's hardly any downsides to it.
[ and it's what he wanted in the first place, but — now taking it feels like running away with his metaphorical tail between his legs, for whatever that says about him. ]
( considering how new he is to all of this, he sees every little thing as a huge deal for sure, even his measly value compared to kaiser, and he definitely thinks it'd be crazy not make the transfer to re al, especially since he heard that's always been kaiser's top choice, but... )
Leave... if you can score more goals than me, I guess. If you want. ( he chuckles softly then. what a thing to say, like who does he think he is to challenge someone like kaiser, or to even make a suggestion like that, but shoving him off the damn pedestal, that's always been his number one goal since that first day they'd met, right? that's not gonna change. isagi turns to look at him then, the match on screen all but forgotten now. )
But I'm not gonna make it easy for you to go. ( scoring goals without kaiser fucking it up for him every damn chance he gets would make it easier for him to get to the top, but where's the challenge in that? )
[ yeah, it is really cool how the very rational noel noa lets his team do the equivalent of inting to get in each others' ways—
also, if kaiser himself were truly rational, he would have to point out here that those conditions are far from fair. but winning has never been about fairness, nor does he care about such things, so the thought never occurs to him in the first place.
he finally glances up, meeting isagi's eyes. ]
Then what do I get if you don't?
[ this implies that him sticking around is a reward for isagi... which isn't that flattering of an implication for either of them, really, but kaiser doesn't care! ]
( he raises his eyebrows slightly at the question. what would kaiser get? everything, right? scoring more goals would earn him an even bigger bid, all the spotlight, all the attention, and he'd leave... )
Nothing from me, I guess. ( isagi looks away then, tugging at the sheets with his fingers for lack of nothing better to do. )
( he makes a face at that. that definitely sounds like something kaiser would say more so than him. isagi sighs a little before sucking in a deep breath. why's he getting upset over something like a possible transfer for a guy he freaking hates... no. hated?
it should be whatever, right? he can go if he wants. no biggie. he's got his own goals and aspirations. this is just a distraction. a bad one. isagi thinks it's probably not too late to walk away from this, to not engage anymore. there's no need to complicate his time here, but...
instead of getting up and leaving like he'd wanted to do the night before, he just reaches for kaiser, grasping hold of his shirt in his fist and pulling him forward as he shifts and leans in to just... hug him. because last night, he remembers that felt nice.
sorry about kaiser's bagel trapped between them. )
[ there's a split second in which kaiser instinctively wants to push away because he simply doesn't enjoy having sudden and unexpected movement directed at him, but he manages to hold it down to a slight jolt before relaxing again, because — it is nice, he also thinks, to hold and be held. he inhales, closing his eyes briefly before gathering himself a bit. ]
... Sheesh, Yoichi. Are you a child in need of comforting?
[ asked the wrong person for that, if so! but in spite of his words, kaiser wraps his arms around isagi too, shifting around to find a way of arranging themselves that's more comfortable to hold indefinitely.
his bagel will have to live with the way it slips out of his grasp in the process, though, yeah. ]
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no i just wont drink it
dont you have foods like that
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On my way over. 15 mins. ( just giving kaiser an estimation so he can take his time getting ready. )
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mind over matter, so: when isagi shows up and kaiser lets him in, he should not comment on how kaiser has his hair tied up but this isn't fixing the shorter stray strands of hair sticking out. ]
... You need to fix your habit of running off, Yoichi. Good morning.
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Ah. ( he nods. he really didn't know what to do this morning. he thought it'd be awkward if he overstayed and he figured he should leave before the rest of the guys started getting up for their workout. )
Morning. ( he lifts up the paper bag filled with some breakfast for kaiser. bagel with a side of cream cheese, butter, jam, an omelette and orange juice. ) For you.
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Mmhm, thanks. Do you want to come in, or...?
[ or is he running off again...... ]
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Sure, I'll stay. ( he'll just... sit on the floor with his back to the door because why not? it's fine. it's comfortable. he lifts one knee up, resting his forearm on it and lets his other leg stretch out. )
Seems like we got the day off today. You got any plans?
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[ kaiser gestures vaguely at the bed — even less made than it was the evening before now — before taking a sip of orange juice and continuing to fuss with his hair products. usually ness will take care of the parts that are hard for him to deal with on his own, but calling him over now seems like a disastrously bad decision, so... ]
As for what I'm doing... [ let him think about this. he normally would have planned it out the night before, but for some reason, he didn't have the chance. ] Let's see. Match reviews, catching up with the games going on in Europe currently...
[ reading self-help books and ignoring all the advice. ]
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returning to looking at kaiser fussing with his hair, he thinks it already looks fine just as it is, but this works in his favor because it gives him the opportunity to just watch him for a bit while pondering thoughts about last night's kiss.
shit. he's feeling somewhat out of his element here. he can't read kaiser like he does on the pitch. why did he let him kiss him? why did he text him this morning? could've just pretended nothing happened and moved on. is this guy just bored or something? )
Want to hang out with me instead? ( he blurts the words out before even letting himself consider his other options. )
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[ the answer comes as naturally as it does immediately; clearly, he didn't think about it. nor does kaiser seem to think much of it, because he simply continues to fiddle with his hair for a few more moments before glancing over and pointing to the blue lock-provided tablet he's left half-tucked under the bed. one could easily imagine him scrolling through it before bed and sleepily leaving it there, the positioning is about right for that.
it's not actually his and there's no personal information on it, so it'll unlock without any issues. ]
Take a look and see if there's anything you want to watch.
[ because they are going to be watching games, this is not up for negotiation. he's got plenty of videos bookmarked in a browser, organized by league and then by date, way more fastidious than his room is organized. ]
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I want to see Rin. ( see how he did in that match with barcha and the one before that too. not that he hasn't already replayed those matches with hiori, but if they're going to spend their time watching games then he wants to continue to study how much rin's progressed so far and see how he can surpass him. maybe kaiser will share what he thinks. that'll be interesting. )
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... Oh, the little Itoshi. [ "little", not "younger", despite younger being a more accurate description... at least kaiser remembers who that is, he genuinely could not place the majority of blue lock players. ] Yeah, he's not bad.
[ that might be the nicest thing that kaiser is willing to say about anybody in blue lock, so far be it from damning with faint praise. he pulls out the bagel, holding and biting into it with the kind of delicacy that suggests that kaiser is used to and maybe a little overly aware of people watching him when he eats, it's rather restrained compared to his usual demeanor. ]
And PXG has been playing well, statistically speaking. [ if it sounds like he's implying the statistics are more complimentary from reality: he is. ] Sure, let's watch them, then.
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So. Re Al. You going? ( might as well ask since it's what he's been wondering about ever since kaiser got that huge bid... )
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It's indelicate to ask questions like that.
[ he doesn't sound offended, though. he's simply delicately pointing out that you know, maybe don't ask that to people aside from him. ]
... I don't know. Haven't given it much thought.
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Let's just watch the game. ( he presses play on the screen and doesn't say much after that, even if he's totally still thinking about that crazy bid. the thing is... and it's not that they've ever managed to work together as a team on the field, but... that thing people said about them, how if they can maybe find a way to sync up... he wants to try that. at least once.
he sighs. problem is they're both trying to one-up one another. they're both trying to score more goals. nngh. should he pass... no. that's not it. )
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Strictly speaking... [ he doesn't look up from the screen as he says this. ] Accepting the offer is the more rational choice. In fact, there's hardly any downsides to it.
[ and it's what he wanted in the first place, but — now taking it feels like running away with his metaphorical tail between his legs, for whatever that says about him. ]
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Leave... if you can score more goals than me, I guess. If you want. ( he chuckles softly then. what a thing to say, like who does he think he is to challenge someone like kaiser, or to even make a suggestion like that, but shoving him off the damn pedestal, that's always been his number one goal since that first day they'd met, right? that's not gonna change. isagi turns to look at him then, the match on screen all but forgotten now. )
But I'm not gonna make it easy for you to go. ( scoring goals without kaiser fucking it up for him every damn chance he gets would make it easier for him to get to the top, but where's the challenge in that? )
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also, if kaiser himself were truly rational, he would have to point out here that those conditions are far from fair. but winning has never been about fairness, nor does he care about such things, so the thought never occurs to him in the first place.
he finally glances up, meeting isagi's eyes. ]
Then what do I get if you don't?
[ this implies that him sticking around is a reward for isagi... which isn't that flattering of an implication for either of them, really, but kaiser doesn't care! ]
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Nothing from me, I guess. ( isagi looks away then, tugging at the sheets with his fingers for lack of nothing better to do. )
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[ he looks back towards the screen for a few moments, but none of the action is really going into his brain. ]
You know, that was your chance to say something like, "the opportunity to be blessed with my presence"?
[ that's what kaiser would have said! ]
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it should be whatever, right? he can go if he wants. no biggie. he's got his own goals and aspirations. this is just a distraction. a bad one. isagi thinks it's probably not too late to walk away from this, to not engage anymore. there's no need to complicate his time here, but...
instead of getting up and leaving like he'd wanted to do the night before, he just reaches for kaiser, grasping hold of his shirt in his fist and pulling him forward as he shifts and leans in to just... hug him. because last night, he remembers that felt nice.
sorry about kaiser's bagel trapped between them. )
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... Sheesh, Yoichi. Are you a child in need of comforting?
[ asked the wrong person for that, if so! but in spite of his words, kaiser wraps his arms around isagi too, shifting around to find a way of arranging themselves that's more comfortable to hold indefinitely.
his bagel will have to live with the way it slips out of his grasp in the process, though, yeah. ]