#me writing this: how did this happen? 💁 asSgahshDHSHSJ

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it's hard to keep laughter from spilling,    gets harder to keep lips pursed into a straight line and not gift the doctor a smile that would simply reveal too much.    instead daiji simply regards yuma with a look that's feigned annoyance and neutrality.   for a brief moment does gaze dip down to the tansu and    the almost hypnotizing sound it made    before flickering back to yuma again and then    ━━━    then they actually laugh,    breaking the illusion.   ❝   sorry  !   i couldn't resist okay  ?   i am sure you have a fine regular ass,   i don't know,   i'll have to check it later to verify.  ❞

as soon as yuma takes the basket from them the vampire moves to take out the assorted flowers,    spreading them across the table,    digits carefully hovering over them.   ❝    exactly. not married yet.    shouldn't you be doing something about that already or do i need to spell it out for you   ?   ❞   how easy such words tumble from betwixt lips while gaze remains upon the flowers,    taking a small bundle within hands to check the petals one more time,    gesturing for yuma to do the same for the remaining ones in the basket.    like this; daiji remembers again   why he always looked forward    to yuma visiting.   he puts them at ease in a way other's rarely can   ━━━   manages to bring out that   defiant playful side of them   out into the open.

❝   you should have started with that first,    doctor.   ❞   maroon colored hues flicker towards yuma before pleased simper unfurls upon plush lips.   ❝   but if you must know   ...   i have been doing good.   business is   ━━━   booming  ?   which is an odd thing to say because of what this business is but   ━━━   ❞   a light shrug of shoulders,   teeth bite down upon lower lip,   playing with the piercing that decorated flushed surface.   a habit they couldn't get rid off.    ❝   i am glad you're here.   missed having your  ... regular sized ass around.   it can get pretty  ...  ❞    a wave of his hand to aid with what he couldn't say.  

 ❝   ━━━ anyway enough about me.    i am stuck in this town and it's as dreadful as ever.   ❞   they started to collect the flowers in the center of the table,    shifting it slightly to see which fit their vision the most.   ❝   and you  ?   you look a bit more lively this time. how are you and don't be funny about it ...    ❞   now daiji does turn his full attention to yuma,   no games,   no facade.

It'll never get old — this, he's certain about. The way Daiji regards him each and every time, their little tit-for-tat banter, how they've both earned enough trust within each other to be at sure leisure. It's nice. Addicting, almost.

"Well— no one said you had to sit here. Could do other things to kill the time!" Spoken like he's been caught red-handed for the nth time, Yuma's generous with how animated he speaks and gestures. So much so that ingredients within the tansu start to rattle within wooden confines. Not hard or vigorous enough to break anything, but it truly sounds like he's clattering like a skeleton on strings.

A gasp rips from him. Scandalized, almost breaking character. "I know I said my ass is flat, but you don't have to go along with it! There's still some meat there, I swear!" God, it was getting harder and harder to keep up the facade. But that's good. It's the exactly reason why he decided to visit in the first place. Now the day's course won't seem as daunting and sodden compared to him being alone.

"We're not even married yet, Daiji, c'mooooon." Still, he follows without further prompting. Takes the offered basket with only one quiver of his lower lip. "Fine, yeah, okay... It's pretty fair." Oh, how he huffs and puffs like a dog being told to let go of it's favorite toy. Yuma does enjoy this, though — the decorating. And he likes to think his handiwork's not half bad.

"Am I allowed to ask how you've been at least? Or is that also something that warrants divorce papers?"