mineo

[dotcom]

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[dotcom]

I didn't ask for commentary.

[sengokus]

Can you consider it feedback...

[he doesn't feel taken care of???]

[dotcom]

You really hate initiating that much?

[sengokus]

I hate not knowing something that's going on with you, when it involves me, way more.

[and he'll lean in then, pressing their lips together in a quick kiss as if to prove a point]

I just feel like I'm missing something important, especially when I'm not even sure what I said.

[dotcom]

[ ugghhhh. ]

We're not talking about it. Just accept my request.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . . he's distinctly unhappy about this but he'll just sigh and let his face settle in the crook of takeru's neck]

.... you aren't giving me much of a choice here....

But - fine.

[he'll let it go, even if he's still bothered]

[dotcom]

[ there's a pause, and he wraps his arms around mineo. ]

My feelings haven't changed.

[ whatever they are. ]

[sengokus]

[ . . . unfortunately there are small notes of warmth and comfort when takeru wraps his own arms around mineo and he just leans into the hold as he cuddles in more, stupidly]

.... whatever that means.

[their relationship is complicated and even emotionshare doesn't really help them untangle it

but! the resignation hits, coupled with fondness as mineo presses a kiss to takeru's neck without lifting his head]

.... I'll drop this secret faster if you tell me your type?

[absolute fucking moron]

[dotcom]

[ ... he snorts.

stupid. ]

What do you think my type is?

[sengokus]

[oh that gets him to lift his head as he grins]

I'd like it if it was me.

[TO BE HONEST? and he gives takeru another kiss, because he can]

But you super hated me at first, so we know that's not true.

[dotcom]

You gave me the worst fucking first impression in the world.

[ which mineo had actually pointed out to everyone. it was so bad. there was no way takeru couldn't hate him. ]

[sengokus]

I know this, and I acknowledge it and we can come back to it, but this isn't getting any closer to you telling me your type, Takeru.

And you can't kiss me to distract me anymore! So there.

[TRIUMPHANT, LIKE HE'S USING TAKERU'S OWN NEW SELF-IMPOSED RULE AGAINST HIM]

[dotcom]

[ hm.

he takes his phone out, taps something, and then puts it away.

mineo will receive a text. ]

[sengokus]

[





oh no]

I'm not answering that.

[dotcom]

Look at your phone, Enomoto Mineo.

[1/2]

[sengokus]

Tell me your type first!

[even if he's just dealing with SO MUCH CURIOSITY and some embarrassed horny right now]

[sengokus]

Oh wait, did you text me your type? Are you embarrassed to say it out loud? That's kinda cute, I guess.

[idiot moves to get out his phone]

[dotcom]

[ yea it's just going to be a nude ]

[sengokus]

[hE'S SO EMBARRASSED HE DROPS HIS PHONE]

Takeru!!

[dotcom]

What.

[ like he didn't just do something. ]

[sengokus]

Don't just say 'what'!!

[HE'S SO ANNOYED and unfortunately there's residual turned on feelings because he just got a nude and the person in question is in his lap please mineo is such a simpleton but]

Can't you just tell me your type?!

[dotcom]

I'm not sure what my type is.

[ well.

he has an idea. ]

Actually, you're too tall.

[sengokus]

Really? That's what takes me out? Height?

[



he is disappointed though, but he won't say it]

[dotcom]

Why are you disappointed?

[ emotionshare... ]

[sengokus]

Fuck.

[now he's flustered]

I'm not disappointed! Whatever! It's not like I have to be your type...! I already knew I wasn't!

[he was disappointed]