though, he thinks it may make sense. if flowers were such a rare commodity in his world, he can only envision that most things that came readily to others was limited. so before he takes his words as patronizing, he does continue. ] I also think the have a specific taste that you can only really think to have on the surface. I like the tartness to it, and it's a good contrast with chocolate.
But, what I really want to say is... it's not odd. Whatever you don't know or haven't tried, you can start from today. Maybe in time, you'll grow to have even stronger preferences, and I'll have to start calling you Mister Picky.
[ cute....? tobari frowns a little bit in confusion? hello? he is the big bad head of the red light district?
but.... well. tobari considers the words. it's possible he might develop stronger preferences the more he's exposed to different tastes and flavors and just... food that never made it up to itehari. he's curious. he'd like to try as much as he can. but as for being picky... ]
... I hope not. At least not to that extent. [ softly ] I think... it's important to be grateful for anything you're given. Food especially.
[ it's not date night talk, but he remembers what it's like to go hungry. to feel weak and shaky and cold. and the abyss got so, so cold. he picks out the cherry chocolates—there's two in the box, so he reaches over to rafayel's lips. a simple request: ] Open. [ before he guides it to his mouth ]
When it comes to food, people work hard to pick it, prepare it, box it, deliver it... even find out what you like and share it. So I'll probably always like this feeling most, regardless of flavor. Trying something new with someone I like.
[ said with a little smile before tobari eats his own matching chocolate ]
[ that response back is... very tobari. undeniably and painfully so.
it was rare to find someone with this level of gratitude. the type of person who would never truly take things for granted, and who in turn, because of this, had their eyes and heart open to beauty of the world. as awful and cruel of a place that it could be, it's tobari who acts as a constant reminder to the fact that the concept of "not always" exists. in that sense, he can't help but to release a small, quiet sigh. as revenge for making him feel these emotions,
he gently clamp nips on tobari's finger as he slides the chocolate into his mouth. he almost kisses his hand in some weird reflex, but barely stops himself as he peeks at tobari briefly from his peripherals. ] Yeah, someone you like.
[ ... but, cherry. it's good. it might be a flavor he associates with him now, and that felt dangerous. ] Though, I think the hand-off could use some work. I mean, "open"— that's too demanding for someone you like?
[ or is he the customer or employer in his scenario? was this supposed to be roleplay he isn't sure, but what he does know is that he wants to also be the one to show tobari everything. ]
he just tilts his head slightly even if his eyes remain on the road. the streets pull into a winding, less marked pathway through the mountains, and so he does drop his speed a little. as much as he could turn this to linkon drift... he allows them both to live another day. ]
What's that supposed to mean? Are you going to treat me roughly from now on?
[ he can kind of see the reflection of tobari's head turning towards the window, and he can't help but think it was already worth it to drive up here. it makes him think that maybe he could also gradually start keeping his promise to show tobari the world too. ]
No, but I get the feeling you say what you don't mean sometimes.
that makes him laugh. it's short-lived and a little out of disbelief, but it is a laugh. he's amused at the idea. he can't deny it! sometimes he is a little liar but also, ]
I always listen to you. I even listen for the shit that you don't bother to say out loud.
[ said a little too honestly? but also? yeah? tobari tries to navigate the minefield of rafayel's emotions as much as he can, catering to his whims and what might make him happy... even if they do still argue and bicker at the same time ]
[ he doesn't mean it in a punitive, judgmental, or even moody way either. honestly, if tobari had been anyone else, he may have said they don't know him at all. but, between the two of them, that was too big of a lie to even pretend to humor. ]
Then since you know me so well, what am I thinking about now?
[ why does raf play these games knowing he's going to have a heart attack. ]
because tobari is quiet for a second, as if he’s really thinking about this. trying to read the space between them for rafayel’s thoughts. it’s after a short pause where there’s only them, the night sky, and the open road that tobari answers: ]
I think you don’t want this to be over either.
[ a soft laugh, and then a cushion - ] Or maybe I’m already dreaming.
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[ he can't help but say it, but it really is...
though, he thinks it may make sense. if flowers were such a rare commodity in his world, he can only envision that most things that came readily to others was limited. so before he takes his words as patronizing, he does continue. ] I also think the have a specific taste that you can only really think to have on the surface. I like the tartness to it, and it's a good contrast with chocolate.
But, what I really want to say is... it's not odd. Whatever you don't know or haven't tried, you can start from today. Maybe in time, you'll grow to have even stronger preferences, and I'll have to start calling you Mister Picky.
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but.... well. tobari considers the words. it's possible he might develop stronger preferences the more he's exposed to different tastes and flavors and just... food that never made it up to itehari. he's curious. he'd like to try as much as he can. but as for being picky... ]
... I hope not. At least not to that extent. [ softly ] I think... it's important to be grateful for anything you're given. Food especially.
[ it's not date night talk, but he remembers what it's like to go hungry. to feel weak and shaky and cold. and the abyss got so, so cold. he picks out the cherry chocolates—there's two in the box, so he reaches over to rafayel's lips. a simple request: ] Open. [ before he guides it to his mouth ]
When it comes to food, people work hard to pick it, prepare it, box it, deliver it... even find out what you like and share it. So I'll probably always like this feeling most, regardless of flavor. Trying something new with someone I like.
[ said with a little smile before tobari eats his own matching chocolate ]
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it was rare to find someone with this level of gratitude. the type of person who would never truly take things for granted, and who in turn, because of this, had their eyes and heart open to beauty of the world. as awful and cruel of a place that it could be, it's tobari who acts as a constant reminder to the fact that the concept of "not always" exists. in that sense, he can't help but to release a small, quiet sigh. as revenge for making him feel these emotions,
he gently clamp nips on tobari's finger as he slides the chocolate into his mouth. he almost kisses his hand in some weird reflex, but barely stops himself as he peeks at tobari briefly from his peripherals. ] Yeah, someone you like.
[ ... but, cherry. it's good. it might be a flavor he associates with him now, and that felt dangerous. ] Though, I think the hand-off could use some work. I mean, "open"— that's too demanding for someone you like?
[ or is he the customer or employer in his scenario? was this supposed to be roleplay he isn't sure, but what he does know is that he wants to also be the one to show tobari everything. ]
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[ listen. "open" is effective and simple when necessary? and it can still be kinda spicy depending on the implication? it's a very flexible word... ]
I don't think I need to handle you that gently, though.
[ about some things sure because rafayel has been prone to spiraling tonight but
this seemed fine ]
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he just tilts his head slightly even if his eyes remain on the road. the streets pull into a winding, less marked pathway through the mountains, and so he does drop his speed a little. as much as he could turn this to linkon drift... he allows them both to live another day. ]
What's that supposed to mean? Are you going to treat me roughly from now on?
[ ?_? ]
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Would you be opposed? You can be honest.
[ this is still flirting ]
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No, but I get the feeling you say what you don't mean sometimes.
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that makes him laugh. it's short-lived and a little out of disbelief, but it is a laugh. he's amused at the idea. he can't deny it! sometimes he is a little liar but also, ]
Big fan of throwing stones from glass houses?
[ HYPOCRITE ]
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Puh-lease? I'm like always honest? You must not listen to me much.
[ he will never acknowledge this is also him. ]
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[ said a little too honestly? but also? yeah? tobari tries to navigate the minefield of rafayel's emotions as much as he can, catering to his whims and what might make him happy... even if they do still argue and bicker at the same time ]
But I can let you keep pretending.
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[ he doesn't mean it in a punitive, judgmental, or even moody way either. honestly, if tobari had been anyone else, he may have said they don't know him at all. but, between the two of them, that was too big of a lie to even pretend to humor. ]
Then since you know me so well, what am I thinking about now?
[ why does raf play these games knowing he's going to have a heart attack. ]
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because tobari is quiet for a second, as if he’s really thinking about this. trying to read the space between them for rafayel’s thoughts. it’s after a short pause where there’s only them, the night sky, and the open road that tobari answers: ]
I think you don’t want this to be over either.
[ a soft laugh, and then a cushion - ] Or maybe I’m already dreaming.