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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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[ that alone isn't the surprising part to him. in spite of his preference for finding some flaw, moral conundrum, or general annoyance to pick at like a pock on the skin — especially when it comes to a hotheaded, human thing like Scott Summers — Getou is socially aware, engaging, curious. he plies Scott with questions about the safer parts of his stay in the Golden Peacock, what he likes to eat and drink, the kind of music he listens to. he smiles and laughs at his jokes, and for a little while, some of that miasma of dour sadness seems to part and let the sun in. once he'd agreed to go with his weapons down, drawbridge lowered, and portcullis raised, it was an inevitability. ]
[ not surprising — because Getou is a good liar. ]
[ an orgasm or two between them doesn't hurt. neither does being handsome: smartly dressed, hair half-down, alluring. when they fight over control of the crane games and Scott bests him at the first round of Skee Ball, heated looks are his trophies for winning. the best part of being competitive is being both winner and loser can feel good. ]
[ what is surprising is that, at some point, he thinks he genuinely might be having fun. the brick-by-slow-brick foundation Scott has lain since their first terse encounter have begun to begrudgingly pay off. for a moment of cynic disquiet, he wonders if Gojou put him up to this. ]
[ now, as Scott insists on walking him back to his suite "like a gentleman", prizes stuffed under arms and a half-eaten churro in one hand (he rarely seems to finish his food), he wonders if all of the answers to his unspoken questions for the night will become self-evident. their chatter has died down as they enter an empty elevator, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and Getou thinks for a moment it might be a good place to kiss him. he doesn't, but the tension lingers in the air, in swiftly exchanged-and-broken glances. ]
[ the door dings open and he doesn't immediately move. ]
I'm down there, toward the right. [ cinnamon sugar clings to his thumb as he drops the dessert into a trash can they pass. he sucks it off of the webbing between his fingers as they head down the hall. ] I didn't actually think I'd have fun, you know.
[ this from the guy who wants a smooch ]
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Scott doesn't dress as formally as Getou, although he at least puts on a nicer blue button up shirt and black pants, instead of his usual jeans, which probably made it all the funnier when they bitched at each other at the arcade. It felt good though, that kind of arguing and poking, like the normal kind of teasing teens would have. It's really a good look on Getou as well, him acting like this. Scott thinks he might actually be pretty cute in that way.
So, maybe even surprising to him, this date was nice. Fun. Scott smiling at Getou as they walk down the hall with a couple of his own stuffed animals under his arm-- although.]
Dude, you could've saved that churro for later. [But it's already in the trash and Scott isn't going to make that much of a deal out of it, because.] Wow, really? Didn't think you'd have fun with me? Rude.
[There's a slight bump of his shoulder against Getou's, but it's playful. Still teasing.] But yeah, I had fun. We should do this again. You don't look half bad when you're like this.
[He means cute, really.]
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[ humans? he isn't sure. all they do is suffer and inflict. he can become just a teen boy with Scott again because of what he is. all that and more hangs heavy between them when he asks a rhetorical, teasing question. ]
[ Getou lets it slip by. he has many times, tonight. his reward is rough affection, suiting him fine with a grin and laugh, intentionally subdued in the way he looks — away, at the ground, at anything but Scott. ]
I'm hot. I always look at least half good. [ the quirk of an eyebrow dares him to argue it as they come to his door, Getou marking it with a press of his back. his free hand settles around Scott's shoulders — aww, small. short. ]
And what did you learn? Not to challenge me at UFO Catchers, maybe?
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Yeah yeah, your face is pretty good. Pretty lucky about that.
[Because his personality-- no, that's not really true, is it? Not after spending these past few hours with him, hanging out at the arcade, grabbing food together. It was more than just fine; he really enjoyed his time with Getou-- Suguru. He's almost sad that the date is ending. It doesn't mean all this is gone forever or that they can't have another date, but the end of the day is always the hardest.]
That you're a bigger jerk than I ever imagined. [But he's also leaning closer to Getou, maybe needing to stand a little bit on his tiptoes to lean up to him. His intentions are clear, face clearly wanting despite the glasses over his eyes, though he doesn't close that final distance yet.]
Yet I like hanging out with you. [...] And that I still want to properly end this date.
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[ it's a good change, between all the debauchery of Golden Peacock. that he can handle while hardly fazed; it's the sweet and earnest he struggles to hold his composure around. ]
Yeah? [ he can't help but agree — and yet, there's something about the tension of not giving into it right away. the gap between the first inkling to kiss and the press of lips together is sorely undervalued. a broad, rough thumb kneads the nape of Scott's neck right at his hairline... staring, this time, through the red glass of the visor. he wonders what color his eyes really are. ]
"Properly", [ he echoes it, voice low. smooth as a cat's purr. ] What does that mean? People aren't usually brave enough to ask me on dates.
[ let alone take him on one, or have the gall to ask him for what they want. i can be hhard not to feel like a foxtoy under those smart features. ]
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You know. [He knows that Getou knows, it's just all part of the game.] And I said before I don't do things in a half-assed way. Not when I care about it.
[Homework and other crap? Yeah, whatever. But making sure he gives Getou the full experience on how he'd take someone out on a date? Obviously important. He raises his hand other to the taller teen's cheek, lightly holding it, as he starts to close that short distance between their lips in a kiss that is almost too sweet.]