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[rikugan]

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CHARACTER NAME

gojo satoru

CIVILIAN NAME

morinaga tai

TEAM

brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

002

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Comments

[rikugan]

i know~

[gorb]

Come to the next party. Appreciate my outfit. Then we'll see.

[rikugan]

you can just show me your outfit now
im right next door

[gorb]

No, it smells like McDonalds in there.

[rikugan]

you scared of junk food now suguru?

[gorb]

Jealous, instead.

[rikugan]

i can share

[gorb]

...

Really?

[rikugan]

rly

[gorb]

( A thud from next door, and then. )

If I get up and you don't share I will beat you up.

[rikugan]

dont tempt me

[gorb]

It won't be fun, stop being terrible.

( But a couple of minutes later and someone is at his door. He doesn't knock politely. Mostly he kicks it. )

Let me in, asshole.

[rikugan]

[ the door slides open almost as soon as he kicks it. he Perceives you, bitch.

he greets him on the other side, dressed casual in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. a pair of pitch black sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose. ]

Let me see your back.

[gorb]

Wow. No foreplay?

( It's glib, the flicker of his tongue against his bottom set of teeth as he spins obediently, lifting a hand to sweep his hair away. Over his shoulder does the amusement come, still vaguely tipsy, mostly tired and winding down. )

Well? Do I pass? Can I come in now?

[rikugan]

[ he tilts his head slightly, taking his time to run an appreciative gaze over the defined musculature of his back. a thoughtful hum. ]

You pass~ [ he waves him over, before patting a spot on the floor near him. ] So, did you get hit on?

[gorb]

( Whatever elegence the outfit holds is lost in the way that Geto all but throws himself onto the floor, immediately crossing his legs underneath him. The question has him pause though, thoughtful. )

Maybe? It's hard to tell.

( Gods could just be like that. )

If I did I'm out of practice. It felt more like I was under interrogation.

[rikugan]

Under interrogation for what?

[ he tosses a double cheeseburger his way. ]

Were they sexy questions?

[gorb]

( Immediately delighted, because he was pretty sure Gojo wouldn't share. He doesn't answer at first, too busy unwrapping the paper. )

No. Mostly about anger. What's a sexy question anyway?

[rikugan]

Anger? [ ??? ] I think you were just being interrogated.

[ that's not sexy at all, suguru. ]

A sexy question is like— [ he shoves a handful of fries into his mouth, chewing on them thoughtfully. ] in that context, kinda... [ he swallows. then without warning, he suddenly leans towards him, his voice lowering down to a deep timbre as his lips curves up into a suggestive smile. ] Your back looks so fuckin' stunning in that shirt, Geto. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private and you can show me the front as well?

[gorb]

( He doesn't explain the anger thing because he's too busy chewing, and then Gojo is pulling that, blue eyes visible over his sunglasses and Geto very unfortunately forgets every other thought in his head. He blinks, very slowly, lifts a hand as though to shove the other man away by the face, remembers infinity at the very last second, curls his fingers instead. )

Fuck.

( His ears feel a little hot. It's fine, it's fine. Gojo maybe just keeps his room too warm. )

Stop that. No. Nobody hit on me.

( An overexaggerated roll of his shoulders to hide the very real shudder. ) Maybe because some people have subtlety. Does that work on people?

[rikugan]

[ he reclines back, a bit too satisfied by the tinge of red that has colored geto's ears. ]

You asked. [ don't @ him for it~ ]

It works for me. [ he can't speak to other people's experiences. ] But I usually don't hit on people like that.

[gorb]

( Don't ask.

Don't ask.

Don't ask. )

How do you? Has it improved any? Because it was terrible before.

[rikugan]

I just ask 'em if they want to fuck.

[ —which is arguably even worse than his tactics when he was in high school. ]

And they usually say yes. Then, we fuck.

[gorb]

Oh. Still terrible then.

( Promptly balling up the burger wrapper to aim it directly at Gojo's face, because even if he can't touch him something has to be done about that ego. )

[rikugan]

It's such a fuckin' fuss, otherwise. Why waste time on flirting when we can just skip ahead to what we're both there for, y'know?

[ he only has sex to take care of his basic needs, so it doesn't matter to him how he gets there. ]