[this is the most disrespectful thing Sousuke has ever done to Rin]
[and if Sousuke weren't trying to take those steps forward -- or, in typical Yamazaki fashion, a huge and startling lurch forward after just shambling about for ages, like a drunk Frankenstein -- Rin would absolutely cry no fair, instead of just cry again, which is what (of fucking course) he actually does, even though he's just gotten the whole leaky-faucet face thing under control]
Oi -- y-you --
[because of course it's obvious, of course he knows what he and Sousuke have runs deep, but. but -- with all the secrets about and since his injury, it's incredibly important to hear that, just now. well, maybe not just now, with cheese now dripping into his palm, but in the general time frame, it's appreciated. it feels right, and as usual, Sousuke manages to right his whole world on its axis, reassure Rin he's never been Too Much, because for this idiot, "this life and the next" weren't too much]
-- idiot!
[despite what comes out of Rin's mouth, as usual: it's appreciated. and Sousuke can easily tell that much, as Rin drops his cheesesteak (missing the paper, plop, right into the grass -- enjoy that, ants) and grabbing Sousuke about the neck in a fierce hug as tears escape his stupid idiot face again]
Can't, y-you just be normal? For a minute? A second?
[says the weepy pink boy with cheese on his hand (and now on the back of Sousuke's shirt)]
Ch, even if you can't -- I love you too. Dumbass...
[ He's honestly just trying to eat right now, so when Rin interrupts that by diving in and nearly strangling him with his arms he has no on to blame but himself. Unfortunately.
He's got a grip on his food so it doesn't meet the same end as Rin's, but Sousuke is still smiling all the same in the face of all of his friend's tears. Letting out a small huff that could easily be confused with a chuckle. ]
I can still call you that, moron, I know what I'm talking about.
[it's a petulant mumble, mostly to Sousuke's collarbone, but eventually Rin's able to leave off his deathgrip. he rubs his hand across his eyes, huffy and red and looking all of 10 years old, crying over a lost race]
[(he's always thinking he's the one pushing Sousuke, but; in some ways, Sousuke's already beyond the finish line. Rin has, luckily for both of them, always been obsessed with people on the other side of that line)]
Give me half, you knocked mine out of my hands.
[another childish (mostly slanderous) demand, as Rin digs a hard shoulder into Sousuke's side, refusing to break contact properly]
[have the biggest, ugliest bite in the world. your fingers are holding onto scraps of bread, and Rin's cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's as he gives a shitty, cheesesteak-filled grin]
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[ And he lets go of Rin's hand, stuffing that hand into his pocket as he focuses on eating his sandwich. ]
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[and if Sousuke weren't trying to take those steps forward -- or, in typical Yamazaki fashion, a huge and startling lurch forward after just shambling about for ages, like a drunk Frankenstein -- Rin would absolutely cry no fair, instead of just cry again, which is what (of fucking course) he actually does, even though he's just gotten the whole leaky-faucet face thing under control]
Oi -- y-you --
[because of course it's obvious, of course he knows what he and Sousuke have runs deep, but. but -- with all the secrets about and since his injury, it's incredibly important to hear that, just now. well, maybe not just now, with cheese now dripping into his palm, but in the general time frame, it's appreciated. it feels right, and as usual, Sousuke manages to right his whole world on its axis, reassure Rin he's never been Too Much, because for this idiot, "this life and the next" weren't too much]
-- idiot!
[despite what comes out of Rin's mouth, as usual: it's appreciated. and Sousuke can easily tell that much, as Rin drops his cheesesteak (missing the paper, plop, right into the grass -- enjoy that, ants) and grabbing Sousuke about the neck in a fierce hug as tears escape his stupid idiot face again]
Can't, y-you just be normal? For a minute? A second?
[says the weepy pink boy with cheese on his hand (and now on the back of Sousuke's shirt)]
Ch, even if you can't -- I love you too. Dumbass...
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Don't ever call me a romantic again. You want to be reincarn-mates.
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He's got a grip on his food so it doesn't meet the same end as Rin's, but Sousuke is still smiling all the same in the face of all of his friend's tears. Letting out a small huff that could easily be confused with a chuckle. ]
I can still call you that, moron, I know what I'm talking about.
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[it's a petulant mumble, mostly to Sousuke's collarbone, but eventually Rin's able to leave off his deathgrip. he rubs his hand across his eyes, huffy and red and looking all of 10 years old, crying over a lost race]
[(he's always thinking he's the one pushing Sousuke, but; in some ways, Sousuke's already beyond the finish line. Rin has, luckily for both of them, always been obsessed with people on the other side of that line)]
Give me half, you knocked mine out of my hands.
[another childish (mostly slanderous) demand, as Rin digs a hard shoulder into Sousuke's side, refusing to break contact properly]
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So yeah. He's just holding his food out for Rin to take a bite. ]
Dig in.
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You're so ugly.
FIN