That'd work if I had any guilty conscience to spare.
( unfortunately, most guilt trips fly over his head, because he just does not feel bad about anything ever? but, well. kaiser's welcome to try, and maybe out of sheer curiosity as to whether he did or did not succeed in his quest of learning how to cook, sae would actually bother eating.
there's also the matter of him not bothering to eat because he doesn't cook, so... maybe... )
I've heard something like that before. ( "finnicky," "wishy-washy," the works. it's not wrong? but he still huffs, as if offended. he's not as fragile as a bunny, okay? (he is.)
You don't? Well, maybe that's something that extra nutrients could help you grow back.
[ in other words: he is not dissuaded! maybe this is how he learns a life skill... to neg his c-cr...crus................ yeah!
and okay? then nudge him back, and they can be that cringe couple constantly touching shoulders in public as they walk along. at least they're coming back up on kaiser's apartment, sae's mortification need not last long. ]
Have you? Then I'd better come up with something novel for you to hear. You're my high maintenance prinzessin, Sae Itoshi.
[ technically, sae hears part of that all the time, though. ]
anyway, he's fine with touching shoulders in public. it's the other stuff he's not fine with? but, then again, he literally just let kaiser carry him around like a princess, so. maybe he's slowly getting more comfortable with possibly being seen around the other with no three feet between them cause they're not gay (they are.)
and speaking of being gay, he's rolling his eyes to high heaven at how corny kaiser is. but like, fondly. with feeling. )
Are you about to start complaining that I'm too needy? ( he can always run away if it's better! )
But you don't know for sure? Then, I'll put it to the test at some point.
[ hmpf yourself!! ]
... Hah, not at all. If anything, I prefer you to be needy with me. You hardly ever keep me guessing about what you want, which is... [ it makes things easier, he supposes? it means he doesn't have to guess at where he stands in sae's mental accounting, which is especially reassuring when he's spent so much of his life worrying that he's about to make a misstep he can never take back. ]
Which is fine with me.
[ he glances over and smiles his media smile, which he knows sae knows is his media smile. sae's choice on whether to call him out on it or not, he supposes. ]
Eating's going to make you fat, not give you feelings.
( HMPF!!!!!!!!!
anyway, sae likes to occasionally gaslight kaiser, but? it's all in good fun, promise. he's got to get out his toxicity somehow... but also, when it comes to things that actually matter, he's pretty straightforward, he thinks. he knows what he wants, even if rin insists he's got all the negative libra traits, with indecisiveness at its' head —
anyway. )
You like doing what you're told, don't you? ( he tips his head to look at kaiser, wrinkling his nose at the smile.
[ ooh, he didn't enjoy that phrasing entirely, but— ]
I'm fond of doing what you tell me, how about that? [ WINK... ] You know I don't I treat everybody else the same in that regard.
[ his team's psychiatrist wishes that kaiser would do as he is told. but he is NOT TAKING PILLS! HE IS FINE!! besides, if he's not fine, sae's coochie can fix him—
anyway, as they approach kaiser's apartment, he's going to get audacious with it and tuck his arm into sae's as they step into the building. it's technically not public once they enter a private residential area, right... ]
( sae forgets kaiser's supposedly only like this with him? but then again, he doesn't really know how he is with other people, because he has no interest in it... if his dog's anything to go by, though, then sae truly is special.
not that he cares!!!!!!!!! or that he didn't know!!!!
anyway, pills make you lose your sparkle, you know. trauma worked hard on making them interesting so what's the point of dulling that edge... )
... ( glances at the arm. glances at kaiser. fine, he guesses this is okay, as long as they're out of public eye.
he'll still let kaiser lead them, though, since he doesn't have a keycard or a key or whatever the other uses. (yet.) )
[ gawrsh just ask babygirl, kaiser would happily call ness up and tell him he needs to return the spare key because he's giving it to sae—
alright, no, he wouldn't mentally destroy ness like that unless ness did something to really piss him off. he'd have a spare made by the time of sae's next visit, though, that's easy and doesn't involve ness taking strays.
anyway, as they make their way up and into kaiser's apartment: it's perhaps smaller and more modest than one would expect of kaiser, given his... big personality. the feel is comfortable and lived-in, definitely the kind of place owned by somebody who prefers to hole up and be by himself over the weekend. he has quite an impressive home movie set-up and movie collection, which is kind of sad iyk but nobody will ever know if kaiser has anything to do with it.
first order of business, of course, is to take his shoes and socks off. then he spills his pockets out into his designated decorative bowl, takes off his hat, and lets his jacket slip down to wear it how it comes most comfortably to him, whorishly around his arms... ]
( no, sae wants ness' key specifically, he doesn't want a new one made.
kaiser's apartment feels... more homely than sae's, to be sure. less aggressively modern and cold and more — actually lived in, with traces of kaiser everywhere sae looks. not as impersonal. not as distant. it's nice, sae thinks; he doesn't want to make himself at home anywhere, because of his firm belief that home is nowhere and any place should be easy to escape from, but still —
he doesn't hate this.
with a bit of an amused stare, he watches as kaiser takes his nasty wet socks and sneakers off (with weird squelching noises assisting them probably) and shrugs. )
With you? ( if you're not going to say it, then he will? ) Sure. ( and he'll throw his own jacket off his shoulders, too, stepping out of his shoes and hanging it by the door. )
[ maybe this is how kaiser finally gets his dream of midfielder on midfielder violence fulfilled... sae vs. ness for ownership of the spare key...
and oh, this is how kitties get spoiled. sae might be able to see kaiser's metaphorical ears perk up if he looks hard enough. ]
Go get whatever you need, then, I'll start running the water.
[ YAAAAAYYYYYY... his uselessly large bathtub isn't that useless after all! and they can practice the positioning for when they take the final bath, so to speak. he's going off to start the preparations right now immediately, as if he doesn't want to give sae the opportunity to take it back.
by the time sae joins him, kaiser's probably crouched by the bathtub only in his underwear and hair messily tied up, clothes haphazardly and randomly discarded on the bathroom floor... look. he'll clean it up later, it's fine. he literally has a laundry hamper like, right there, but he'll clean it all up later. ]
( you'd subject your poor little bunny to a dog mauling... cruel.
anyway, he shan't look at how happy kaiser is about this because then he'll change his mind just to be mean and evil, as per sae tradition. instead, he'll go deposit his bag on the living room couch and check his messages (it's just giraud whining about something or other) before heading towards the bathroom, walking in on half-naked kaiser and the clothes just... scattered everywhere.
it's fine. NOT his apartment, not his problem. still, when sae begins stripping, it's by the hamper; he places all the clothing on top of it neatly, though his folding skills are mediocre at best. )
I like the water really hot, by the way. You? ( he throws over his shoulder, eventually turning around and tugging his panties down his thighs. )
[ sae is not a poor little bunny. he's like... bunnicula maybe. but sure, yes. kaiser absolutely would, but he will lick his wounds for sae, so...? ]
I can go either way. [ he replies without glancing up at sae, like... no offense, he's seen it all already and he needs to now readjust the water temperature for sae's preferences. ] Scalding hot it is, then.
[ kaiser doesn't complain about any opportunity to take a bath in general. so. yeah! ]
You can go ahead and get in first, if you want. [ maybe peruse kaiser's collection of toiletries that he has lined up at the edge of the bathtub while it fills up? kaiser seems pretty diligent about his personal upkeep, all of them are clearly in use. ]
( he's one of these flesh-eating rabbits from re:zero. or maybe the ones with knives who kill you in dunmeshi... anyway, he's still a poor little bunny. just one who can and will murder you in cold blood!!!! )
Mmhm. ( he's tempted to pick up the clothes scattered across the floor, but he's also not a MAID so he. shan't.
he'll finish stripping and avoid them as he crosses the distance to the bathtub, though, stepping between them and joining kaiser by the edge of it. he glances around the bathroom, only mildly interested in what's on the shelves; he knows kaiser's not the kind of a guy who uses 20 in 1 shit, so he's fine. now when he goes home, in the other hand —
well. since kaiser said it's fine to get in, he'll just get in and sit on the opposite end from where the other is, to make adequate space for him when he joins him, too. )
[ hold down your older brother urges, sae. just because kaiser may now be younger doesn't mean he's allowed to act like that— ]
Hot enough for you, Sae? [ that's literally as hot as it'll go, so it better be, kaiser has no more control over the matter. ] First three bottles from the left, can you put a few drops of each in?
[ kaiser isn't thaaat finnicky, he would like to assure. he just wants the bath to smell nice and be therapeutic or whatever since he has to show off to sae like a peacock fanning his feathers. kaiser himself is leaving it to sae, because he's peeling his underwear off and... letting that drop near the hamper, at least, before lazily pulling his hair up.
and now, finally, he can join sae in the bathtub... he sits on the opposite end, facing sae — kinda fruity ngl! — knees drawn up slightly to give sae room. ]
Wanna rehearse?
[ for the last bath... yeah he thinks he's so funny. ]
Yeah. ( it's just right for his cold ass. he turns his head towards the bottles, when kaiser points them out, and lazily reaches to grab the first one, putting a few drops of it into the water and then switching to the second. when he's done, he actually bothers to look at the labels... might've dropped some acid in and he wouldn't have known!!!
he stirs the water with his index finger as kaiser finishes stripping and gets inside, quirking his eyebrow slightly. )
Rehearse what? ( their suicide? how do you even rehearse that??? he's stupid you have to explain you want him to gayly lean against your chest. )
[ okay, kaiser being younger than isagi and same age friends with rin would be so fucking funny that i genuinely think i would cry from laughter. something about being 16 makes people want to hate isagi specifically! ]
For when we die in a bathtub later, duh. Here, turn around. [ and then, in a tone that's... just a touch gentler. ] There'll be more space to stretch your legs out if we're both facing the same direction, too.
[ ew, he is nawt saying in so many words that's what he wants from sae. but hopefully this gets the message across... ]
( personally i doubt it because he's got a tattoo BUT EVEN IF HE'S ALSO 18... that'd be funny because he'd still be younger than sae. christmas baby.
anyway! )
... ( he just gives kaiser a long stare, at that. well, fine, whatever — with a roll of his eyes, he moves to turn around and push himself back in the bathtub, settling between kaiser's legs and pressing his back against his chest.
he tips his head back, then, to rest it against kaiser's clavicle, mouth curved into a small pout. this is kinda............ g.......................ay )
[ it's really gay, actually. kaiser reaches over to touch sae's right hand for a moment, before turning it over and running his fingertips over sae's wrist... the veins must be pretty visible, given sae's lifestyle. ]
Never picked up a cutting habit? Or just very good at hiding it?
( CRAAAAZY thing to ask. honestly, sae's probably considered it, and he would be good at hiding it, too, considering how much care he puts into covering his arms, but —
in the end, he went for a different kind of self-destruction. maybe he did try at some point, but kaiser's not going to find any remnants of this on his wrists. )
Mm. ( his skin's pale, veins stark and blue, well-articulated and visible. he glances down at his arm and tips his head to the side, moving his free hand to pat the inside of his thigh instead. ) Here, just once. Wasn't for me. Too much upkeep.
Yeah, true. [ open wounds for stress relief also doesn't really do it for kaiser, so he gets it. ] There's easier ways, I guess.
[ he lifts sae's wrist up, leans in and presses his lips there — then nips very lightly before letting sae go. at close quarters, the skin there is almost translucent, which is vaguely concerning? but it's also kind of pretty in its own fucked-up way, kaiser thinks. ]
It's just that you seem to go out of your way to keep your arms covered up...
[ which kaiser noticed because... of course he did! but he supposes there are tons of other reasons that one might prefer to avoid exposing skin. not that kaiser would know anything about that, ahem. ]
( he watches, gaze a little distracted, as kaiser nips at his wrist. his arms are pretty thin — necks of deer, really, with an almost sickly look to them, due to how pale his skin is and how visible his veins are. a living-dead boy, by all accounts — his cold heart jumps, when the other's lips press to skin, and he turns his head away, a little flustered.
leave it to kaiser to notice something people rarely ever question him about. his usual excuse of wrapping his limbs carefully doesn't quite pass when it's someone who also plays and knows that your wrists don't actually need that amount of elastic bandage or anything. )
I bruise easily. ( he shrugs, glancing down at his hands. he's been... well, he's been good lately, and not really fucking around, especially since he's staying at kaiser's and training takes up a lot of his time, but —
normally, there's marks around his wrists? hands. rope. you know!
he'll leave it to kaiser to figure out by himself. )
[ yeah, kaiser can read between the lines here... ]
Hah. Maybe you should make me your emergency contact, Sae, I'll make sure that it isn't too obvious what you or your body is subject to, in case it comes down to that.
[ you know, so sae's mom doesn't have to know what her son is into if he gets metaphorically caught with his pants down. kaiser's really the only one up for the task, in his opinion, because who else knows about sae's fucked-up tastes who sae regularly talks to and can be trusted with clean-up like this!!
kaiser's laughing a little, though, so he's not fully serious about that. surely the bathtub promise supercedes all else, so he thinks? trusts??? that sae has no plans to do anything too out there (he doesn't know sae will soon be risking their deaths in a vehicular accident). ]
( as much as he hates to admit it, this is actually pretty relaxing. the bath is nice and hot, kaiser's warm behind him, and he has no problem leaning back against the other and letting the tension in his muscles dissipate, pale skin flushed from the temperature. )
Giraud would cry. ( well, no, he wouldn't, but he'd whine for three years about how irresponsible of a choice that is. ) You can be my emergency contact when you get a ring on my finger.
( hmpf.
anyway, he's being pretty responsible lately, so kaiser should be proud of him? his body's mostly bruise-free, now, sans for the ones he'd acquired with kaiser, which is... telling enough? maybe? now that he thinks about it, it does make him feel kind of bad, though. like, "ew, am i settling down?" bad. he needs to go fuck something up soon or the itching won't stop. )
Are you trying to motivate me even more? I'm beginning to think that this is your way of slowly giving in.
[ you're going to blossom and fall for him babygirl. or however that line goes, i'm not looking it up at the moment. ]
Don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy who stops being interested once the girl starts falling for him.
[ yeah. anyway.
let him prop his head on top of sae's and wrap an arm loosely around sae's waist, then. now is not the time to start messing sae up, but he will note in the back of his mind that sae will probably want to start doing some absolute freak shit right after the second leg is over with; regardless of who wins, three-ish weeks is enough time to recover from a lot of things, sooo... (kaiser pre-homicidal era) ]
( no comment on giving in!!! anyway, yes, he can blossom and fall for kaiser and kaiser can fall under his spell or whatever. dramatic ass bitches. )
Hmm. You do seem like the type, considering you went for me. Realistically, I'll never show you the same amount of interest you're showing me, and yet that doesn't seem to deter you. ( time to psychoanalyze him a bit... ) Does that give you an illusion of safety, maybe?
( very interesting.
anyway, sae will allow it, just because all of this feels really nice. that kaiser likes to prop his head on top of sae's is annoying, but... ugh... he's warm and relaxed, so whatever!! also, maybe. depends on the level of kaiser's suicidal urges? if he's too depressed to fuck then what's sae to do — )
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( unfortunately, most guilt trips fly over his head, because he just does not feel bad about anything ever? but, well. kaiser's welcome to try, and maybe out of sheer curiosity as to whether he did or did not succeed in his quest of learning how to cook, sae would actually bother eating.
there's also the matter of him not bothering to eat because he doesn't cook, so... maybe... )
I've heard something like that before. ( "finnicky," "wishy-washy," the works. it's not wrong? but he still huffs, as if offended. he's not as fragile as a bunny, okay? (he is.)
and don't nudge him? he'll nudge you back. )
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[ in other words: he is not dissuaded! maybe this is how he learns a life skill... to neg his c-cr...crus................ yeah!
and okay? then nudge him back, and they can be that cringe couple constantly touching shoulders in public as they walk along. at least they're coming back up on kaiser's apartment, sae's mortification need not last long. ]
Have you? Then I'd better come up with something novel for you to hear. You're my high maintenance prinzessin, Sae Itoshi.
[ technically, sae hears part of that all the time, though. ]
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( hmpf.
anyway, he's fine with touching shoulders in public. it's the other stuff he's not fine with? but, then again, he literally just let kaiser carry him around like a princess, so. maybe he's slowly getting more comfortable with possibly being seen around the other with no three feet between them cause they're not gay (they are.)
and speaking of being gay, he's rolling his eyes to high heaven at how corny kaiser is. but like, fondly. with feeling. )
Are you about to start complaining that I'm too needy? ( he can always run away if it's better! )
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[ hmpf yourself!! ]
... Hah, not at all. If anything, I prefer you to be needy with me. You hardly ever keep me guessing about what you want, which is... [ it makes things easier, he supposes? it means he doesn't have to guess at where he stands in sae's mental accounting, which is especially reassuring when he's spent so much of his life worrying that he's about to make a misstep he can never take back. ]
Which is fine with me.
[ he glances over and smiles his media smile, which he knows sae knows is his media smile. sae's choice on whether to call him out on it or not, he supposes. ]
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( HMPF!!!!!!!!!
anyway, sae likes to occasionally gaslight kaiser, but? it's all in good fun, promise. he's got to get out his toxicity somehow... but also, when it comes to things that actually matter, he's pretty straightforward, he thinks. he knows what he wants, even if rin insists he's got all the negative libra traits, with indecisiveness at its' head —
anyway. )
You like doing what you're told, don't you? ( he tips his head to look at kaiser, wrinkling his nose at the smile.
disgusting. )
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I'm fond of doing what you tell me, how about that? [ WINK... ] You know I don't I treat everybody else the same in that regard.
[ his team's psychiatrist wishes that kaiser would do as he is told. but he is NOT TAKING PILLS! HE IS FINE!! besides, if he's not fine, sae's coochie can fix him—
anyway, as they approach kaiser's apartment, he's going to get audacious with it and tuck his arm into sae's as they step into the building. it's technically not public once they enter a private residential area, right... ]
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( sae forgets kaiser's supposedly only like this with him? but then again, he doesn't really know how he is with other people, because he has no interest in it... if his dog's anything to go by, though, then sae truly is special.
not that he cares!!!!!!!!! or that he didn't know!!!!
anyway, pills make you lose your sparkle, you know. trauma worked hard on making them interesting so what's the point of dulling that edge... )
... ( glances at the arm. glances at kaiser. fine, he guesses this is okay, as long as they're out of public eye.
he'll still let kaiser lead them, though, since he doesn't have a keycard or a key or whatever the other uses. (yet.) )
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alright, no, he wouldn't mentally destroy ness like that unless ness did something to really piss him off. he'd have a spare made by the time of sae's next visit, though, that's easy and doesn't involve ness taking strays.
anyway, as they make their way up and into kaiser's apartment: it's perhaps smaller and more modest than one would expect of kaiser, given his... big personality. the feel is comfortable and lived-in, definitely the kind of place owned by somebody who prefers to hole up and be by himself over the weekend. he has quite an impressive home movie set-up and movie collection, which is kind of sad iyk but nobody will ever know if kaiser has anything to do with it.
first order of business, of course, is to take his shoes and socks off. then he spills his pockets out into his designated decorative bowl, takes off his hat, and lets his jacket slip down to wear it how it comes most comfortably to him, whorishly around his arms... ]
Wanna take a bath, Sae? [ with h— ]
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kaiser's apartment feels... more homely than sae's, to be sure. less aggressively modern and cold and more — actually lived in, with traces of kaiser everywhere sae looks. not as impersonal. not as distant. it's nice, sae thinks; he doesn't want to make himself at home anywhere, because of his firm belief that home is nowhere and any place should be easy to escape from, but still —
he doesn't hate this.
with a bit of an amused stare, he watches as kaiser takes his nasty wet socks and sneakers off (with weird squelching noises assisting them probably) and shrugs. )
With you? ( if you're not going to say it, then he will? ) Sure. ( and he'll throw his own jacket off his shoulders, too, stepping out of his shoes and hanging it by the door. )
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and oh, this is how kitties get spoiled. sae might be able to see kaiser's metaphorical ears perk up if he looks hard enough. ]
Go get whatever you need, then, I'll start running the water.
[ YAAAAAYYYYYY... his uselessly large bathtub isn't that useless after all! and they can practice the positioning for when they take the final bath, so to speak. he's going off to start the preparations right now immediately, as if he doesn't want to give sae the opportunity to take it back.
by the time sae joins him, kaiser's probably crouched by the bathtub only in his underwear and hair messily tied up, clothes haphazardly and randomly discarded on the bathroom floor... look. he'll clean it up later, it's fine. he literally has a laundry hamper like, right there, but he'll clean it all up later. ]
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anyway, he shan't look at how happy kaiser is about this because then he'll change his mind just to be mean and evil, as per sae tradition. instead, he'll go deposit his bag on the living room couch and check his messages (it's just giraud whining about something or other) before heading towards the bathroom, walking in on half-naked kaiser and the clothes just... scattered everywhere.
it's fine. NOT his apartment, not his problem. still, when sae begins stripping, it's by the hamper; he places all the clothing on top of it neatly, though his folding skills are mediocre at best. )
I like the water really hot, by the way. You? ( he throws over his shoulder, eventually turning around and tugging his panties down his thighs. )
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I can go either way. [ he replies without glancing up at sae, like... no offense, he's seen it all already and he needs to now readjust the water temperature for sae's preferences. ] Scalding hot it is, then.
[ kaiser doesn't complain about any opportunity to take a bath in general. so. yeah! ]
You can go ahead and get in first, if you want. [ maybe peruse kaiser's collection of toiletries that he has lined up at the edge of the bathtub while it fills up? kaiser seems pretty diligent about his personal upkeep, all of them are clearly in use. ]
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Mmhm. ( he's tempted to pick up the clothes scattered across the floor, but he's also not a MAID so he. shan't.
he'll finish stripping and avoid them as he crosses the distance to the bathtub, though, stepping between them and joining kaiser by the edge of it. he glances around the bathroom, only mildly interested in what's on the shelves; he knows kaiser's not the kind of a guy who uses 20 in 1 shit, so he's fine. now when he goes home, in the other hand —
well. since kaiser said it's fine to get in, he'll just get in and sit on the opposite end from where the other is, to make adequate space for him when he joins him, too. )
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Hot enough for you, Sae? [ that's literally as hot as it'll go, so it better be, kaiser has no more control over the matter. ] First three bottles from the left, can you put a few drops of each in?
[ kaiser isn't thaaat finnicky, he would like to assure. he just wants the bath to smell nice and be therapeutic or whatever since he has to show off to sae like a peacock fanning his feathers. kaiser himself is leaving it to sae, because he's peeling his underwear off and... letting that drop near the hamper, at least, before lazily pulling his hair up.
and now, finally, he can join sae in the bathtub... he sits on the opposite end, facing sae — kinda fruity ngl! — knees drawn up slightly to give sae room. ]
Wanna rehearse?
[ for the last bath... yeah he thinks he's so funny. ]
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Yeah. ( it's just right for his cold ass. he turns his head towards the bottles, when kaiser points them out, and lazily reaches to grab the first one, putting a few drops of it into the water and then switching to the second. when he's done, he actually bothers to look at the labels... might've dropped some acid in and he wouldn't have known!!!
he stirs the water with his index finger as kaiser finishes stripping and gets inside, quirking his eyebrow slightly. )
Rehearse what? ( their suicide? how do you even rehearse that??? he's stupid you have to explain you want him to gayly lean against your chest. )
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For when we die in a bathtub later, duh. Here, turn around. [ and then, in a tone that's... just a touch gentler. ] There'll be more space to stretch your legs out if we're both facing the same direction, too.
[ ew, he is nawt saying in so many words that's what he wants from sae. but hopefully this gets the message across... ]
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anyway! )
... ( he just gives kaiser a long stare, at that. well, fine, whatever — with a roll of his eyes, he moves to turn around and push himself back in the bathtub, settling between kaiser's legs and pressing his back against his chest.
he tips his head back, then, to rest it against kaiser's clavicle, mouth curved into a small pout. this is kinda............ g.......................ay )
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Never picked up a cutting habit? Or just very good at hiding it?
[ kaiser's flirting is crazy, i know........ ]
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in the end, he went for a different kind of self-destruction. maybe he did try at some point, but kaiser's not going to find any remnants of this on his wrists. )
Mm. ( his skin's pale, veins stark and blue, well-articulated and visible. he glances down at his arm and tips his head to the side, moving his free hand to pat the inside of his thigh instead. ) Here, just once. Wasn't for me. Too much upkeep.
( but it's well-hidden! )
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[ he lifts sae's wrist up, leans in and presses his lips there — then nips very lightly before letting sae go. at close quarters, the skin there is almost translucent, which is vaguely concerning? but it's also kind of pretty in its own fucked-up way, kaiser thinks. ]
It's just that you seem to go out of your way to keep your arms covered up...
[ which kaiser noticed because... of course he did! but he supposes there are tons of other reasons that one might prefer to avoid exposing skin. not that kaiser would know anything about that, ahem. ]
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( he watches, gaze a little distracted, as kaiser nips at his wrist. his arms are pretty thin — necks of deer, really, with an almost sickly look to them, due to how pale his skin is and how visible his veins are. a living-dead boy, by all accounts — his cold heart jumps, when the other's lips press to skin, and he turns his head away, a little flustered.
leave it to kaiser to notice something people rarely ever question him about. his usual excuse of wrapping his limbs carefully doesn't quite pass when it's someone who also plays and knows that your wrists don't actually need that amount of elastic bandage or anything. )
I bruise easily. ( he shrugs, glancing down at his hands. he's been... well, he's been good lately, and not really fucking around, especially since he's staying at kaiser's and training takes up a lot of his time, but —
normally, there's marks around his wrists? hands. rope. you know!
he'll leave it to kaiser to figure out by himself. )
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Hah. Maybe you should make me your emergency contact, Sae, I'll make sure that it isn't too obvious what you or your body is subject to, in case it comes down to that.
[ you know, so sae's mom doesn't have to know what her son is into if he gets metaphorically caught with his pants down. kaiser's really the only one up for the task, in his opinion, because who else knows about sae's fucked-up tastes who sae regularly talks to and can be trusted with clean-up like this!!
kaiser's laughing a little, though, so he's not fully serious about that. surely the bathtub promise supercedes all else, so he thinks? trusts??? that sae has no plans to do anything too out there (he doesn't know sae will soon be risking their deaths in a vehicular accident). ]
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Giraud would cry. ( well, no, he wouldn't, but he'd whine for three years about how irresponsible of a choice that is. ) You can be my emergency contact when you get a ring on my finger.
( hmpf.
anyway, he's being pretty responsible lately, so kaiser should be proud of him? his body's mostly bruise-free, now, sans for the ones he'd acquired with kaiser, which is... telling enough? maybe? now that he thinks about it, it does make him feel kind of bad, though. like, "ew, am i settling down?" bad. he needs to go fuck something up soon or the itching won't stop. )
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[ you're going to blossom and fall for him babygirl. or however that line goes, i'm not looking it up at the moment. ]
Don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy who stops being interested once the girl starts falling for him.
[ yeah. anyway.
let him prop his head on top of sae's and wrap an arm loosely around sae's waist, then. now is not the time to start messing sae up, but he will note in the back of his mind that sae will probably want to start doing some absolute freak shit right after the second leg is over with; regardless of who wins, three-ish weeks is enough time to recover from a lot of things, sooo... (kaiser pre-homicidal era) ]
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( no comment on giving in!!! anyway, yes, he can blossom and fall for kaiser and kaiser can fall under his spell or whatever. dramatic ass bitches. )
Hmm. You do seem like the type, considering you went for me. Realistically, I'll never show you the same amount of interest you're showing me, and yet that doesn't seem to deter you. ( time to psychoanalyze him a bit... ) Does that give you an illusion of safety, maybe?
( very interesting.
anyway, sae will allow it, just because all of this feels really nice. that kaiser likes to prop his head on top of sae's is annoying, but... ugh... he's warm and relaxed, so whatever!! also, maybe. depends on the level of kaiser's suicidal urges? if he's too depressed to fuck then what's sae to do — )
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