I almost want to be around while you try to tell Toudou that, because he'll deny it about as much as I do.
[Dipping his head in to bump their foreheads together briefly, Arakita drops his shirt enough to wipe Suga's wet face with his fingers again, tching softly.]
Shinkai might agree with you though, for some ungodly reason.
[ he mms at the feeling of arakita's fingers on his skin, closing his eyes with a little puffed sigh of contentment. yeah, it definitely feels nice just to get a little affection, even if arakita would probably deny calling it that outright. ]
Shinkai's obviously the smartest. [ grinning, even though the weariness is more than obvious around the edges. crying always takes a lot out of you, doesn't it? he feels... a little wrung out, but in a good way. ] It's easy to see who's the brains of the operation.
He's not the brains, Fuku-chan is. Shinkai isn't even the vice captain, Toudou is - I think it's cause he didn't feel like taking on the responsibility, but no one calls him out on being lazy, noo, it's always Arakita who is the lazy one.
[Finishing wiping as much of those tears as he can without rubbing Suga's skin too hard, Arakita sits him up better and lets him stay seated while he inspects the wet mess of his shirt now. Welp. He'll at least turn away when he peels it up over his head, dumping it to the floor and going to the closet to get a new one.]
But I guess you remind me of him - Shinkai, I mean. Laid back and generally friendly to everyone he meets, but he's got a demon side he only lets out when racing. Demon of the Straight Line, that's his nickname on the road.
[ he can't but laugh a little at that, forcing his eyes back open again as arakita steps away. it's... surprisingly harder than he would have expected. but there's something soothing about listening to arakita talk about his friends back home, and he's worn out from crying.
... he should probably head back to the couch soon, but. not yet. he feels too warm and heavy to move right away.
but he blinks drowsily at that last bit, snorting a little half-laugh. ]
So you're saying that you think I have a secret demon streak? [ ehehe. ] I'm not sure where you got that idea.
[Pulling a new t-shirt on and scratching his side as he starts coming back, Arakita can't help this snort and a little, amused smirk when he leans down in front of Sugawara, bumping foreheads again when he speaks.]
Dunno, you do have that devil side you teased me with back when we met. We had a whole conversation about which I liked more, angels or devils, I think it applies here.
[Drawing away if only to pull back the blankets again, Arakita comes back if only to reach and drag Sugawara up from the edge of the bed to the clear middle and roll him over, scooting in beside him and pulling the blankets over them both.
Really, if Sugawara thought for a second after all those tears that he was going to sleep on the couch again, he's sorely mistaken.]
[ alkjg. okay!! he's gotten a little bit more used to amoi and the way all of this works, but... the mention of when we first met is still enough to make his cheeks redden up a little. ]
Ah, hey! That was a little diff --
[ but! he gets cut off by a startled squawk as arakita drags him unceremoniously back towards the center of the bed, tumbling backwards onto the mattress as he's hauled underneath the mattress.
... oh. does this mean...?
oh.
... there's a few seconds devoted to an almost shy silence, and then... he wriggles a little closer, cuddling up against arakita's side. ] ... you don't mind?
[Settling down and stretching an arm around Sugawara's shoulders to let him cuddle right in close, Arakita closes his eyes and idly reaches up, stroking through soft fluffy hair again with just his fingertips.]
Go to sleep. If you want to talk about it more, let's do that in the morning with some breakfast.
[ that arm around his shoulders is all the invitation he needs to snuggle himself up as close as possible, burrowing up against arakita's side until he's able to rest his cheek on the cyclist's chest. already, this is a million dollar improvement above the couch -- arakita's warm and nice to cuddle into, and being close like this makes the apartment feel way less lonely. the other boy's heartbeat is steady in his ear, the slow rise and fall of his chest as soothing as an odd sort of lullaby.
... so he rubs his cheek up against him affectionately, sleepily tangling the fingers of one hand into arakita's shirt. ]
G'night, Arakita. [ ... and then another a moment or two of quiet: ] You really are a good guy, you know?
[He's warm in this bed without layering up for probably the first night he's slept here. Sugawara just being close was expected, but the way he cuddled right up until he was essentially using Arakita for a pillow ... it wasn't bad. Smiling quietly in the darkness of the room, he let his hand keep idly petting Suga's hair, breathing in deep and exhaling slowly.]
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on 2016-04-08 05:00 am (UTC)[Dipping his head in to bump their foreheads together briefly, Arakita drops his shirt enough to wipe Suga's wet face with his fingers again, tching softly.]
Shinkai might agree with you though, for some ungodly reason.
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on 2016-04-08 05:21 am (UTC)Shinkai's obviously the smartest. [ grinning, even though the weariness is more than obvious around the edges. crying always takes a lot out of you, doesn't it? he feels... a little wrung out, but in a good way. ] It's easy to see who's the brains of the operation.
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on 2016-04-08 05:25 am (UTC)[Finishing wiping as much of those tears as he can without rubbing Suga's skin too hard, Arakita sits him up better and lets him stay seated while he inspects the wet mess of his shirt now. Welp. He'll at least turn away when he peels it up over his head, dumping it to the floor and going to the closet to get a new one.]
But I guess you remind me of him - Shinkai, I mean. Laid back and generally friendly to everyone he meets, but he's got a demon side he only lets out when racing. Demon of the Straight Line, that's his nickname on the road.
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on 2016-04-08 06:03 am (UTC)... he should probably head back to the couch soon, but. not yet. he feels too warm and heavy to move right away.
but he blinks drowsily at that last bit, snorting a little half-laugh. ]
So you're saying that you think I have a secret demon streak? [ ehehe. ] I'm not sure where you got that idea.
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on 2016-04-08 06:15 am (UTC)Dunno, you do have that devil side you teased me with back when we met. We had a whole conversation about which I liked more, angels or devils, I think it applies here.
[Drawing away if only to pull back the blankets again, Arakita comes back if only to reach and drag Sugawara up from the edge of the bed to the clear middle and roll him over, scooting in beside him and pulling the blankets over them both.
Really, if Sugawara thought for a second after all those tears that he was going to sleep on the couch again, he's sorely mistaken.]
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on 2016-04-08 06:37 am (UTC)Ah, hey! That was a little diff --
[ but! he gets cut off by a startled squawk as arakita drags him unceremoniously back towards the center of the bed, tumbling backwards onto the mattress as he's hauled underneath the mattress.
... oh. does this mean...?
oh.
... there's a few seconds devoted to an almost shy silence, and then... he wriggles a little closer, cuddling up against arakita's side. ] ... you don't mind?
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on 2016-04-08 06:44 am (UTC)[Settling down and stretching an arm around Sugawara's shoulders to let him cuddle right in close, Arakita closes his eyes and idly reaches up, stroking through soft fluffy hair again with just his fingertips.]
Go to sleep. If you want to talk about it more, let's do that in the morning with some breakfast.
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on 2016-04-08 06:59 am (UTC)... so he rubs his cheek up against him affectionately, sleepily tangling the fingers of one hand into arakita's shirt. ]
G'night, Arakita. [ ... and then another a moment or two of quiet: ] You really are a good guy, you know?
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on 2016-04-08 07:03 am (UTC)[He's warm in this bed without layering up for probably the first night he's slept here. Sugawara just being close was expected, but the way he cuddled right up until he was essentially using Arakita for a pillow ... it wasn't bad. Smiling quietly in the darkness of the room, he let his hand keep idly petting Suga's hair, breathing in deep and exhaling slowly.]
Night.