[ mizuki wtf don't call his daughter squad "beautiful women"... that aside, he sighs again, but cracks a crooked smile at their following comments. they have to know by now that a big chunk of his annoyance, like a lot of things he does, is largely exaggerated; he realizes they like to tease him because they love him, and quite frankly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
with most of his share of the cake spoken for (he's left a slice and a half for later, which, knowing their sweet tooth, is really tempting fate), he scoots over from his side of the table to be beside them. ]
Whaddaya mean, competition? I told ya already, didn't I—I only got an eye for you. [ he presses his knuckles into their shoulder softly, then rests that arm around them while loosely waving the other around as he speaks. ] Sure, the girls get to see me all the time when we're on the clock, but ya gotta remember that you're the only one who gets the real Goro at the end of the day. That don't come easy, ya know.
[ what kind of dad doesn't think his adult daughters are beautiful women!! smh!!
he's absolutely tempting fate because Mizuki is not above the level of little shittery that stealing leftovers involves. They chuckle when he sidles up to them, a low and contented sound, and lean into his side. Yes, they know he's exaggerating. Still, within that exaggeration is a grain of the truth, they're sure; they're not above making it clear to him once in a while that their feelings are actually serious, either. It can't hurt. And it is his birthday. ]
I know. But I'm greedy. [ in the end, it's that simple. ] Well, just keep it in mind. I'm really thinking about it.
[ he teases right back, but that answer is so on brand for them that he can't help but laugh fondly... if the two of them are already like this in the short time that they've known each other, what in the world does the future hold for them?
(a ring, maybe...? good lord. they really do have him wrapped around their finger, but even he has to agree that that's jumping way too far ahead way too fast...) ]
But to answer your question... I dunno. Prepare myself for the inevitable increase in ojisan jokes? [ joking aside, he softens up a little as he rubs the back of his neck almost sheepishly. ] I mean, considerin' I didn't even realize what day it was 'til ya almost gave me a heart attack, I wasn't really expectin' to do anythin' special tonight.
Ooh, don't say that. I'll be reaching ojisan age in a few months, too. Soon we'll be hanging out in shogi parlors together.
[ they bump him teasingly, unable to help going along with his dumb jokes, as usual. The two of them get along too well, really. If Mizuki knew that the idea of marriage was already floating through his head, they'd be mortified -- mostly because it sounds perfectly reasonable for the future. They did sign up for this for the long haul...
They aren't thinking about it, though. ]
No expectations, huh? In other words, it's on me to find ways to spoil you? I didn't even specify "tonight."
Hey, shogi ain't just a geezer game! I'll have ya know that I can play a pretty solid game myself—just ask that old guy who's always hangin' out at the outdoor mall on the other side of the city.
[ somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he hasn't told mizuki about his being sotenbori's local good samaritan... there's still a lot of things he hasn't told them about his life before meeting them, actually. it isn't because he's hiding anything from them—how the hell is he supposed to explain shit like how he beat up a giant mutant 12-year-old to stop him from stealing other people's pants?!
instead of linger on that, he chooses to engage in one of his other somewhat frustrating habits: avoiding answering by talking around it and hoping they can just drop the subject and move on, because he's already getting embarrassed by the way they say they spoil him. gross.........!! ]
An' c'mon, ain't like addin' a year's gonna mean any drastic changes for me. Plus, do I look like the kinda guy who spends a whole lotta time thinkin' about the future? I got enough shit to keep up with now, thanks.
[ they could comment that his defending himself by saying he's really good at shoji because he plays with some old guy at the mall only makes him sound more like an old man, but they'll give him a break. It's a little harder to run with this teasing when they're only a few months younger than him. (Despite appearances.) Plus, once again, it's part of his cute side. Maybe he hasn't explained everything he gets up to around Sotenbori to them in detail, or in person, but they've heard some stories, and if even half of them are true, he's doing a lot more than just playing shogi with strangers - he's a regular guardian angel around these parts. ]
Hmmm... I feel like you said something really incriminating just now. [ spoken in a "i'm going to use that line to bully you later" sort of way. Mizuki leans back on their free hand, looking faintly entertained. ] Fair enough, though. There must be a lot to keep track of - you're already tired from your long day, and then you get accosted as soon as you walk in the door, and now you're so tired you don't even notice me trying to hit on you. Poor Goro-kun.
[ he gives them a long-suffering sigh as he leans over to rest his head on their shoulder. one day... one day he'll make it through a day with his dignity perfectly intact. he wants so desperately to believe so, even if he knows in his heart of hearts that it'll never come. is it so bad, though, when it ensures that mizuki will stay by his side?
nah, it isn't.
but he feels enough time has passed—they've both had enough opportunity to enjoy their cake—for them to be okay with him tilting his head up and nibble at their earlobe before breathing out, ]
[ Is he wrong? They can't rightly say he's wrong... Him dating them is basically giving them carte blanche to tease him, as far as they're concerned. His reactions are funny and occasionally cute - and when they're not, it's because he's firing back, which they're more than okay with. They breathe out a little laugh when they feel his teeth, gently pressing their hand against his chest. ]
I like your optimism. [ amused. ] Is it too cliche to say something like "your other present is me?"
[ that nibble turns into a kiss along mizuki's jaw, and he leans into their touch extremely unsubtlely. ]
Nah. Was actually kinda hopin' you'd say it, though. [ meanwhile, his own hands wander to the buttons of their shirt, a glint in his eye. ] Does that mean I can unwrap ya?
You're tired from running around all day, aren't you? Goro-kun.
[ he leans into their touch, which only makes the push of their hand firmer and more insistent; they twist where they're sitting, moving away from his kiss only to face him a little more properly, meeting his eye with a cool, unwavering gaze and a smirk. ]
[ he raises an eyebrow as he otherwise mirrors their impish expression, but their insistence successfully gets him to lean back on his hands. he wants to see where they plan on going with this... ]
Haw? I know I was just yakkin' on about how I don't really care for 'em, but last I checked, that ain't how birthdays work.
Hmmm... This metaphor is falling apart really fast.
[ this is why they didn't start with this. Majima, you're ruining their cool lines. There's a pause as Mizuki deliberates on whether this is good enough or not, elegant fingers resting daintily against his chest. ]
Maybe I should be more direct. It is your birthday, so I'll treat you a little nicer. [ they drum their nails against his shirt. ] Lay back for me.
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with most of his share of the cake spoken for (he's left a slice and a half for later, which, knowing their sweet tooth, is really tempting fate), he scoots over from his side of the table to be beside them. ]
Whaddaya mean, competition? I told ya already, didn't I—I only got an eye for you. [ he presses his knuckles into their shoulder softly, then rests that arm around them while loosely waving the other around as he speaks. ] Sure, the girls get to see me all the time when we're on the clock, but ya gotta remember that you're the only one who gets the real Goro at the end of the day. That don't come easy, ya know.
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he's absolutely tempting fate because Mizuki is not above the level of little shittery that stealing leftovers involves. They chuckle when he sidles up to them, a low and contented sound, and lean into his side. Yes, they know he's exaggerating. Still, within that exaggeration is a grain of the truth, they're sure; they're not above making it clear to him once in a while that their feelings are actually serious, either. It can't hurt. And it is his birthday. ]
I know. But I'm greedy. [ in the end, it's that simple. ] Well, just keep it in mind. I'm really thinking about it.
[ they'll let him off the hook... for now. ]
So? What are you going to do now that you're 25?
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Ya think I don't know that by now?
[ he teases right back, but that answer is so on brand for them that he can't help but laugh fondly... if the two of them are already like this in the short time that they've known each other, what in the world does the future hold for them?
(a ring, maybe...? good lord. they really do have him wrapped around their finger, but even he has to agree that that's jumping way too far ahead way too fast...) ]
But to answer your question... I dunno. Prepare myself for the inevitable increase in ojisan jokes? [ joking aside, he softens up a little as he rubs the back of his neck almost sheepishly. ] I mean, considerin' I didn't even realize what day it was 'til ya almost gave me a heart attack, I wasn't really expectin' to do anythin' special tonight.
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[ they bump him teasingly, unable to help going along with his dumb jokes, as usual. The two of them get along too well, really. If Mizuki knew that the idea of marriage was already floating through his head, they'd be mortified -- mostly because it sounds perfectly reasonable for the future. They did sign up for this for the long haul...
They aren't thinking about it, though. ]
No expectations, huh? In other words, it's on me to find ways to spoil you? I didn't even specify "tonight."
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[ somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he hasn't told mizuki about his being sotenbori's local good samaritan... there's still a lot of things he hasn't told them about his life before meeting them, actually. it isn't because he's hiding anything from them—how the hell is he supposed to explain shit like how he beat up a giant mutant 12-year-old to stop him from stealing other people's pants?!
instead of linger on that, he chooses to engage in one of his other somewhat frustrating habits: avoiding answering by talking around it and hoping they can just drop the subject and move on, because he's already getting embarrassed by the way they say they spoil him. gross.........!! ]
An' c'mon, ain't like addin' a year's gonna mean any drastic changes for me. Plus, do I look like the kinda guy who spends a whole lotta time thinkin' about the future? I got enough shit to keep up with now, thanks.
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Hmmm... I feel like you said something really incriminating just now. [ spoken in a "i'm going to use that line to bully you later" sort of way. Mizuki leans back on their free hand, looking faintly entertained. ] Fair enough, though. There must be a lot to keep track of - you're already tired from your long day, and then you get accosted as soon as you walk in the door, and now you're so tired you don't even notice me trying to hit on you. Poor Goro-kun.
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nah, it isn't.
but he feels enough time has passed—they've both had enough opportunity to enjoy their cake—for them to be okay with him tilting his head up and nibble at their earlobe before breathing out, ]
Oi. I always assume yer hittin' on me, Mizucchi.
[ clearly he isn't too tired. ]
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I like your optimism. [ amused. ] Is it too cliche to say something like "your other present is me?"
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Nah. Was actually kinda hopin' you'd say it, though. [ meanwhile, his own hands wander to the buttons of their shirt, a glint in his eye. ] Does that mean I can unwrap ya?
[angelic music plays as i rise from the dead]
[ he leans into their touch, which only makes the push of their hand firmer and more insistent; they twist where they're sitting, moving away from his kiss only to face him a little more properly, meeting his eye with a cool, unwavering gaze and a smirk. ]
I think you should relax. I'd rather unwrap you.
raises hands in prayer and jubilation
Haw? I know I was just yakkin' on about how I don't really care for 'em, but last I checked, that ain't how birthdays work.
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[ this is why they didn't start with this. Majima, you're ruining their cool lines. There's a pause as Mizuki deliberates on whether this is good enough or not, elegant fingers resting daintily against his chest. ]
Maybe I should be more direct. It is your birthday, so I'll treat you a little nicer. [ they drum their nails against his shirt. ] Lay back for me.