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ren ([personal profile] forethinking) wrote2021-07-19 07:36 pm
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This is Ren Amamiya. Can't come to the phone. Leave a message.
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[personal profile] simulatio 2021-11-01 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't want to hear you bitch about it being cold. Insufferable.

[It's said defensively, and he jabs his fingers into Ren's cheek in punishment before smoothing it away with a gentle touch. For once, though, he appreciates that Ren is as tired as he is, though; there's no way he'd be up for anything in bed right now other than sleep.

Moisturizer applied, Akechi allows himself one more kiss to Ren's lips before stepping away decisively to wash his hands.]


There. I hope you appreciate that.
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[personal profile] simulatio 2021-11-01 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[With Ren safely out of the bathroom, Akechi finally allows himself an exhausted sigh, resting both hands on the counter and looking himself in the mirror. Ren said beautiful, but he feels anything but with the obvious bags under his eyes, the telltale itching threatening a breakout, the few stray untamed hairs from his eyebrows... something to deal with tomorrow. For now, he just shakes his head at himself and ventures back into the bedroom, crawling into the bed beside the other boy.

It's almost scary to think about going back to sleep, after everything, even with Ren there. Even still, he allows himself to curl up beside him, wrapping an arm gently around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder.]


...Thank you, Ren, [he murmurs finally, something he should have said a long time ago.]
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[personal profile] simulatio 2021-11-01 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Men prefer to be called handsome, you know, [he mumbles grumpily, pinching the other boy's skin in punishment. That's the only gripe he has, though, and honestly Ren is fully within his rights to call him far worse things. He sighs against the other boy's shoulder and closes his eyes, allowing himself to finally start to relax into him.

Things aren't even close to okay, let alone perfect. But it's a start. Assuming they can just make it to tomorrow, that's a start.]