( He's finished eating by now. It would be easy to leave. Instead he rests his elbow on his knee and his chin his palm and gazes thoughtfully at Gojo. )
It probably could be. Maybe you're just sleeping with boring people.
( Is it pity? Maybe a little bit. He absolutely cannot think about it too closely though, because he's only just got his ears back under control and also it's making the burger sit uncomfortably in his stomach for unknown reasons, but.
Satoru fucks. He's never had to face that before. )
( He covers his face with both of his hands instead, scrubbing at the skin. ) I'm right next door, I'm already too aware of you as it is.
( He doesn't want to hear it. But ... but ... isn't he trying to be a friend again? Wasn't that the point of this? Not the asking for Gojo's opinion on his outfit, but the coming over. Shouldn't he want what's best for him? Isn't that how normal people behave? )
I'm just saying. You're not terrible. ( Wow. ) Maybe you'd find someone.
I should have drank more. I should have brought more drink with me.
( Is it worth it for that peal of laughter? Maybe. Even if it makes him ever so slightly cranky. He peeks through his fingers anyway, beleaguered, grumpy like he would have been all those years ago. )
Do you want some of my soda? [ he waggles his cup at him. ]
It doesn't matter. [ so, he's not gonna tell him. ] It wasn't anything serious, anyway. [ it never is for him. ] I misread his interest in me, but it turns out that I'm not his type.
Oh no. Oh, that's worse. Why is that worse? It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. He is just going to flop directly back onto the floor and not think about it. This is fine. Curse his sexy outfit. Curse Set a little too for being flirty because now they're here. )
You poor thing.
( Dry. Maybe a teeny bit hysterical. )
You not being someone's type. It must have been earth-shattering.
[ what're you doing, suguru? he's trying to have a conversation with you right now??? ]
It wasn't. [ setting the rejected soda down, he scoots closer to him, so he's soon sitting cross-legged next to geto while he's peering directly down at him. he lifts a hand to slide his sunglasses further down his nose to reveal those too blue eyes. ] He hasn't seen my face, so... it's gotta be my personality, right?
( It used to be a game in the beginning, seeing if he could get beyond infinity. He tries it now, snatching the glasses cleaning off of Gojo's face, his own flickering into open surprise when he manages it. There's a second where they jolt in his grip, hold going more firm. )
The arrogance.
( A murmur, but not actually a complaint, and then Geto is shoving the glasses over his own eyes, obscuring them. )
It's his loss, Satoru. You shouldn't be with someone who doesn't like every part of you. Even if you are a sadist.
[ it doesn't mean anything. he wasn't going after a relationship and, even if he was, he has never been the type to get hung up over someone. people leave and grow apart. it's the way of life. he learned that a long time ago, thanks to the very man who lays in front of him now.
but this is nice though. he hasn't felt this relaxed with suguru in well over a decade.
it's funny to think that they got into a fistfight just recently. ]
I don't care if they like me or not. [ a vague smile as he watches geto put on his shades. ] They just have to find me attractive. [ he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, continuing to look down at him. ] What about you, Suguru?
( He tips his head a little, pretending that the black of those borrowed shades is enough to hide the way he's looking at Gojo now. He really should get up. He tells himself so, constantly. A nagging little voice in the back of his skull. But this is the most time they've spent together without fighting in ... a decade. He doesn't want to. )
[ he is genuinely curious. gojo doubts that geto have entered a serious romantic relationship in the past decade, but he must have at least been sexually active, right? since they're on the subject, he may as well sate that curiosity. ]
( Slightly sarcastic, but at least the slur isn't present. Instead Geto just heaves out a dramatic sigh, and then, almost haltingly, because what's a confession when this already feels like a slumber party? )
I don't do that.
( Ugh. His eyes are half lidded behind the sunglasses, as though if he can't see Gojo then Gojo can't see him. #logic )
Being a cult leader and a curse user doesn't lend itself to a lot of stress-free time, Satoru. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't trust many people. And that would be important. To me.
( This is a terrible conversation, the McDonalds was not worth it. ) I couldn't leave the girls at first and then it just sort of fell to the wayside. Besides. ( More feeling then. ) It's not about the potential threat. Not all of it. I can take care of myself. But I've never been attracted to someone I didn't feel connected to in the first place, so the list has always been small.
( He'd been slow to start, too polite to most people but never committing. He'd thought he had time. )
I just don't see the point. It has to be someone I understand. I can't fuck around, I'm not built that way. ( Then, childishly grumbly. ) Shoko said it was fine. We looked it up. If you make fun of me I'll poke your eyes out.
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( Though it's not like he spends his time flirting with people, so what does he know. )
Like a game. The anticipation.
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It probably could be. Maybe you're just sleeping with boring people.
( Catty? In this economy? )
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[ but they're normies, so maybe geto's onto something. ]
I haven't slept with anyone who has abilities like us though. Maybe that's the problem.
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What? Because you can't supplex your paramour?
( He's so fancy. He's also having a crisis. )
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Well, no. I just can't be as rough with them as I would like to. [ he takes a steady sip of his large soda. ] People are fragile, you know?
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( Blurted, because he's tipsy enough and baffled enough. )
Are you a sadist, Satoru? Is that what's happening? Do you even know about safe words?
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[ he has never thought about it, but he's proooobably a sadist. B) ]
I know about safe words, Suguru. [ give him more cred. ] And I know how to hold back. It's all I do whenever I have sex.
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( Is it pity? Maybe a little bit. He absolutely cannot think about it too closely though, because he's only just got his ears back under control and also it's making the burger sit uncomfortably in his stomach for unknown reasons, but.
Satoru fucks. He's never had to face that before. )
There are plenty of powerful people here.
( UGH. )
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It isn't that bad. [ he has nothing better to compare it to. ]
Haha. Are you suggesting that I should start asking around?
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( He covers his face with both of his hands instead, scrubbing at the skin. ) I'm right next door, I'm already too aware of you as it is.
( He doesn't want to hear it. But ... but ... isn't he trying to be a friend again? Wasn't that the point of this? Not the asking for Gojo's opinion on his outfit, but the coming over. Shouldn't he want what's best for him? Isn't that how normal people behave? )
I'm just saying. You're not terrible. ( Wow. ) Maybe you'd find someone.
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Don't worry, I wouldn't fuck here. [ maki is next door too. he wouldn't do that to her. ] I'd go to a friggin' hotel.
[ he won't be going around just propositioning people, but it's amusing enough of a thought. ]
I actually did ask someone if they wanted to fuck back in Vegas, but I got shot down.
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( Is it worth it for that peal of laughter? Maybe. Even if it makes him ever so slightly cranky. He peeks through his fingers anyway, beleaguered, grumpy like he would have been all those years ago. )
Really? Who?
( WHY IS HE ASKING? )
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It doesn't matter. [ so, he's not gonna tell him. ] It wasn't anything serious, anyway. [ it never is for him. ] I misread his interest in me, but it turns out that I'm not his type.
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Oh no. Oh, that's worse. Why is that worse? It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. He is just going to flop directly back onto the floor and not think about it. This is fine. Curse his sexy outfit. Curse Set a little too for being flirty because now they're here. )
You poor thing.
( Dry. Maybe a teeny bit hysterical. )
You not being someone's type. It must have been earth-shattering.
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It wasn't. [ setting the rejected soda down, he scoots closer to him, so he's soon sitting cross-legged next to geto while he's peering directly down at him. he lifts a hand to slide his sunglasses further down his nose to reveal those too blue eyes. ] He hasn't seen my face, so... it's gotta be my personality, right?
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The arrogance.
( A murmur, but not actually a complaint, and then Geto is shoving the glasses over his own eyes, obscuring them. )
It's his loss, Satoru. You shouldn't be with someone who doesn't like every part of you. Even if you are a sadist.
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[ it doesn't mean anything. he wasn't going after a relationship and, even if he was, he has never been the type to get hung up over someone. people leave and grow apart. it's the way of life. he learned that a long time ago, thanks to the very man who lays in front of him now.
but this is nice though. he hasn't felt this relaxed with suguru in well over a decade.
it's funny to think that they got into a fistfight just recently. ]
I don't care if they like me or not. [ a vague smile as he watches geto put on his shades. ] They just have to find me attractive. [ he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, continuing to look down at him. ] What about you, Suguru?
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( He tips his head a little, pretending that the black of those borrowed shades is enough to hide the way he's looking at Gojo now. He really should get up. He tells himself so, constantly. A nagging little voice in the back of his skull. But this is the most time they've spent together without fighting in ... a decade. He doesn't want to. )
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[ he is genuinely curious. gojo doubts that geto have entered a serious romantic relationship in the past decade, but he must have at least been sexually active, right? since they're on the subject, he may as well sate that curiosity. ]
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( Slightly sarcastic, but at least the slur isn't present. Instead Geto just heaves out a dramatic sigh, and then, almost haltingly, because what's a confession when this already feels like a slumber party? )
I don't do that.
( Ugh. His eyes are half lidded behind the sunglasses, as though if he can't see Gojo then Gojo can't see him. #logic )
Being a cult leader and a curse user doesn't lend itself to a lot of stress-free time, Satoru. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't trust many people. And that would be important. To me.
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Hold on. Are you tellin' me that you haven't done it at all?
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No. I've done it, oh my god. Just not that often.
( And not in a long, long time. But that's none of Gojo's business, thank you. )
What does it matter anyway? I've been busy.
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Busy with what? [ they have more than enough downtime here inbetween missions. ]
I don't really understand what trust has to do with a casual fuck, but I doubt anyone could kill you even if you were in bed with them.
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( This is a terrible conversation, the McDonalds was not worth it. ) I couldn't leave the girls at first and then it just sort of fell to the wayside. Besides. ( More feeling then. ) It's not about the potential threat. Not all of it. I can take care of myself. But I've never been attracted to someone I didn't feel connected to in the first place, so the list has always been small.
( He'd been slow to start, too polite to most people but never committing. He'd thought he had time. )
I just don't see the point. It has to be someone I understand. I can't fuck around, I'm not built that way. ( Then, childishly grumbly. ) Shoko said it was fine. We looked it up. If you make fun of me I'll poke your eyes out.
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