[Ah. He already is getting the feeling that he asked something too forward, but he can't take it back. Kinjou gets his answer, not quite what he was looking for but then what else was he meant to expect. He doesn't intend to feel like he's prying, like he has any intention of telling them what they should do. As much as he cares for Arakita and as badly as he still feels for what happened weeks ago, he wants to make sure that things are fine, that he and Sugawara are doing better. That they're happy. He wants him to be happy.
Hopefully, he's happy.]
I'm glad you both managed to talk. I was worried. [Worried that he'd ruined everything for them, worried that he'd ruined his relationship with Arakita. Worried that he broke someone else's heart and not just Makishima's.]
[It comes out quieter, softer, or is it because he's half muffling himself by curling in against the couch like he can hide with how he hears that concern lacing Kinjou's tone. What the hell, when did he get a friend out of this guy, they know each other yet they don't??? He'd argue that Kinjou doesn't know him and choke on his own words, because he does.]
Suga's fine, I'm fine, we're fine. I'm not gonna flip out again if you do shit with him, he smells like different people all the time anyway from cuddling, so don't fuckin stress about it anymore. I was bein dumb.
[Is he fine? From the way he's trying to fervently excuse his reactions, Kinjou's not quite sure, but he's not here to start an argument. ...not that it keeps him from trying to talk sense from his end.]
I don't think you were being "dumb". You reacted according to your emotions at the time, because of how much you care about Sugawara. It hurts when there is someone you like and you don't think they feel the same way toward you, or that they'll never see how important they are to you. [Listen to him. He's speaking from experience here.] You were upset, and angry, and I did not help matters by reminding you of someone, something that you thought you lost a part of.
I do however think you shouldn't have ignored him when he knew you were upset but did not understand why. That, we can consider to be "dumb".
Don't. It was dumb in general. I reacted over somethin I didn't need to react over.
[Now he's just grumbling, practically crawling in between the cushion and the back of the couch despite not moving the phone away, so it is hardly muffling him.]
Who cares if I smelled him in your bed, ain't my business what he does, what you do, whatever. I didn't want to be a dick to him and I knew if I answered him, I'd be a dick, so I just. Didn't.
You made it your business because he is special to you. [He doesn't know what he is to Arakita, so he says nothing about that in particular.] Jealousy is a common emotion. That's what you felt. You're not the sort of person that would take being hurt in any sort of way quietly.
I do not agree with you putting yourself down for what happened, but we're two different people. I can only tell you how I feel and hope that you at least listen and understand that.
[Kinjou pauses, tries to put together the right words.]
You're a friend of mine. You're important to me in your own way. I want you to be happy.
[His breath stutters for a moment, words that didn't quite make it out quieting despite how much he wanted to still argue about how jealousy is useless and that he shouldn't be jealous over something that isn't even his - Kinjou practically said magic words. Swallowing, just a little audible over the phone as he tries to get some words in his mouth, Arakita sputters softly.]
Wh.. I- I'm fine. Happy. I guess. That's not your... responsibility or nothin. [It's like he has to talk himself down from the inside just to accept the words, and he manages. Mostly. It's still a fight just to not simply make awkward noise over the phone, and suddenly he's glad they're not in person. He'd handle it easier over text, but maybe this is why Kinjou called.
Tch.]
Y'fuckin weird, Kin-chan. [After that long pause, he manages to get that out instead, soft and quietly embarrassed, but wearin this small smile that even he doesn't really realize he's making. A friend, huh. He's admitted it to himself before, but hearing Kinjou say they're friends is different. It means they really are friends.]
[Well, he does love magic. Maybe this is a special secret skill he's developed but was never aware of, however he sure can hear it from Arakita's reaction alone and the awkward tone of his words that he's said something that struck through to him, said something right, and immediately Kinjou feels much better. Not about flustered Arakita, but about telling him something he's wanted to say for a while now, about letting him know that he has people here who are looking out for him and care for his well-being, that he has someone to rely on, that Kinjou is there for him whenever he needs him. This is the only way to have gotten himself across the way he wanted to but without overwhelming Arakita with his presence, as he's sure his face is bright red at this point, completely flustered, probably hiding away somewhere in a very cute manner.
Kinjou really, truly cares about Arakita. And more than he's even aware of.]
I'm well aware of that. Toudou told me I resemble a snake, so I suppose that just makes it more true. [His voice is deep yet warm, a smile on his own face as he reclines into the couch he's been sitting in and folds closed a book that'd been in his lap. He was going to keep this conversation brief, but now that they're talking, now that the air between them feels far more comfortable, he might stay on the phone a bit longer. Kinjou really likes talking to Arakita.]
[That he has someone to rely on that isn't just Toudou; not to say Toudou doesn't handle him well enough, but Toudou is the friend you take your problems to if you want the blunt answers of why and how to deal with it. Kinjou is the friend who coddles - that's probably why Toudou has a hard time accepting him.
Reaching up and yanking his blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over himself like he can content his need to hide when he knows damn well he doesn't need to, Arakita bundles himself up and shuts his eyes to just listen. If he were more honest with himself, he'd admit that he does like talking with Kinjou, he likes hearing him speak. Not just his name, not just in those moments of being caught up in some sex mess, but even like this it makes him feel warm in the same way his scent does.]
Bein a snake and bein weird don't go hand in hand. Toudou's just bein fussy, seriously, he's got weird fuckin friends. Fuku-chan who has never emoted anything but strong and victorious looks in his life, Shinkai who is a mother rabbit and then me, the "beast".
[Now that he thinks about it, he's never thought of the members of Hakone's racing team as weird, even with the fact that he knows little about them aside from Fuku. He wouldn't even call Fukutomi weird even though he's probably up there near the top of the list (especially considering the fact he knows nothing about Andy and Frank). His stone-like expressions, his insistence of saying he's strong; Fukutomi is an impressive individual and Kinjou only has the utmost respect for him.
Though he's still a tad embarrassing, just as he remarked during the Inter High. But everything else? The rest of them seem just fine. Imaizumi seems to like rabbits as well, and Makishima calls himself a spider. What difference does being a "beast" make?]
You mean "dog"? [Even that's okay. Whatever Arakita calls himself. A beast, a wolf, a dog. He's Arakita.] They do say that they are man's best friend.
[Okay now he's clearly just joking at this point.]
[In the end, he starts chuckling - it was definitely a joke, there's nothing Arakita can do but laugh to that response and grin on his end, the embarrassment finally settling down. This he can do, this is good.]
Aa, the beast, the dog, the wolf of Hakogaku. It kind of alternates, depending on how motivated I am. Like how Shinkai is a 'straight line demon', sometimes Toudou just shortens my shit because he's annoyed with me slacking in some form. Which is easy to do when you're bein saved for the assist at the end, cause you're known for gettin carried away.
[It gets boring, okay? Not chasing down checkpoints, it gets real boring, especially when Fuku says that he has to wait. Waiting isn't his forte, waiting is a pain, but he waits. Because that's what Fuku-chan said to do.]
[That sound, Arakita's laughter. He's starting to think he enjoys hearing that most of all when he's with him. It's rare, seems almost misplaced, but it's such a genuine sound that one could never possibly think it was fake. Hearing it is sort of like a gift, in some embarrassing way.]
Hakone Gakuen's team is rather fond of intimidating nicknames. They're very good choices for all of you. It displays your strengths. I admit, I was surprised that Imaizumi would be able to keep up with you. With Fukutomi as well. He's ambitious for a first year. [He wishes he could stay, just for a while. Just to see how Imaizumi does at ace. To see how he puts to work all the things he'd learned at the Inter High.
He wonders how everyone will do after then. What's going to happen to them now...]
Heeh, he's an impressive first year, I'll give him that. At least he wants to ride, it's his primary sport. The kid whose supposed to pick up being the ace assist when I graduate is one of those types who could play any sport - I straight up told him I didn't think he'd last, and here he is still in the club out of pure spite.
[In other words, Arakita secured a good rider for his slot next year. He secured it out of spite rather than genuine motivation, but whose to say he won't like and stick to it? That little bastard has a long way to go anyway. Still, the compliment doesn't totally pass Arakita by, and with another snorted little chuckle, he exhales a slow breath.]
Would you believe I didn't start ridin till my first year? Like halfway through, Fuku-chan got me set up when I came around finally. [The number 2 bib on a guy who only started riding a few years ago, in a school whose powerhouse sport was cycling. There were loads and loads of great riders at their school, but Fukutomi planted this number on him. The assist. The main assist, the designated first day assist.]
I understand somewhat. I've already made my decision on who shall take my place as captain. He's a skilled strategist, but Makishima insists he has no worth as a climber. Yet he still supports him fully. I do as well. [That's sort of how Sohoku works; they take risks, they live under challenge, they defy odds. Thought it's surprising to hear that there's so many similarities between themselves and Hakogaku.]
I wouldn't have thought Fukutomi would make such an unpredictable choice, but he strives for the strongest team. You are all aces, after all. He saw something in you worth bringing to his team, regardless of your lack of experience. Many people are that way. Rough, unappealing stones.
[Same with Onoda. Zero experience with professional road racing until the beginning of that school year. Makishima wanted him to take that chance, he saw the worth he had in him, and so he took it. He brought him in, they all fine-tuned that boy to what he became after a few months, what he is now. He can't imagine what Onoda will be like once he's a third year.]
Jewels don't look the way they do naturally. They need to be polished by the right person.
[There's no hiding the fondness in his tone when he laughs again, just thinking about all the training he's had to work through - god, Fuku-chan was a dick about it. He never explained anything, he never said what he could do as a different option, he just said this is the path.]
... Shinkai kind'a said that, way back before we'd all became friends. I'd just joined the club, Fuku had me on those fuckin rollers for three hours every day, and he was nosy about why I joined. I didn't know, I didn't get what the hell I was doing, just that I was learnin how to ride competitively. Said that's why Fuku likes guys like me.
[He knows without thinking too hard on it though, who Kinjou was thinking about in his own team. The unpolished, first year, complete beginner, Onoda-chan. Good kid, good kid with a heart that won't waver in the face of the odds, because if he's been asked to do it? He just does it. He can't dislike him, even in the face of knowing he wins, that he takes the victory from Hakogaku.]
What do you think, Kin-chan. This rock got more polishing to do? [It's idle, absent minded, the loss sitting in the back of his mind just for thinking about it for that hot second. Of course he does, he has plenty of room to grow, but where doesn't particularly stick out. Is it even necessary, is he even going to keep riding? He'll keep the bike, he'll always keep this bike, but is there a point to even askin this...]
[Kinjou's curious for the briefest moment, what it must have been like for Arakita and Fukutomi to work together. What things must have been like when Arakita joined Hakone's racing team, a revered group of champions graced with the presence of a complete amateur, a rough looking, coarse-speaking person like Arakita. He must have tried so hard to get to the point he's at now. Fukutomi trained him well.
What'll things be like when they graduate? What will Arakita do?]
I don't know how much longer I will be able to ride, but right now, I wish to continue. My studies are important, but I enjoy riding. I have for a long time.
[He wants to be able to enjoy himself and the abilities he still has, wants to enjoy the prospect of competition. He wants to push himself as far as he can until he doesn't think he can get any better, or his body stops him completely.
He wants Koseki to see how amazing he's become. The idol he used to have, that he still thinks of even now. He isn't his goal anymore, but he wants that man to know that he's found what he was looking for, that he gained what he trained so hard to have. He never gave up. He kept going.]
Even if you find no reason to, you should move forward anyway. There's no harm in doing so. [Kinjou stares down at his left knee, reaches out to rub over it.]
I cannot answer your question. That is something you must figure out yourself. ...but it would be nice to ride with you again. Back home. As former aces, it would be a rather thrilling race, don't you think?
[There it is again. Move forward, turn those pedals, you'll figure it out along the way. Kinjou can't possibly know just how much those two words mean to him, and even as he listens still to what he's saying, Arakita smiles beneath the blanket. He wholeheartedly smiles, because it's about as good of an answer as he would have gotten from asking anyone else, even Fukutomi.]
... Mm. It would be alright. Racing together or racing against each other, Kinjou?
[Both. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what it would be like to assist Kinjou, or to battle him in the final stretch.]
[There's a quiet little 'hm' on the other end. That's a good question, but it's not really that difficult for Kinjou to answer at all.]
I think either outcome would provide a nice challenge. [That is of course not his real answer, whether he be riding against Arakita or with Arakita, he'd like to be able to see him again, be able to ride along with him. Kinjou wants to see how much more Arakita can grow as well. And with how close they've become here, he doesn't think he could say no to any chance of being able to see him again.]
I've worked with a bear and a spider before, I think I can manage with a beast.
[The both of them on a team though... how weird. He likes the sound of it.]
Heeh. You're gettin used to usin those shitty nicknames on me, huh. See, told you I didn't mind 'em, kinda like them.
[There's another little chuckle in with his words, and in the end, Arakita rolls over and pushes the blanket off, moving to get up even as his left hand reaches out to brush briefly across the handlebars of the Bianchi - he keeps it right there next to the couch, in reach when he wants it, after all.]
We could go on a ride right now. Or we could.. hang out. Or somethin. [His words falter just that bit, with what he's adding on - yeah, they could go riding, but for whatever reason, Arakita kind of wants to just spend time with Kinjou. He wants to go there and just sit around and shoot the breeze.]
I'm not going to make it a habit. You have a good name, I intend to stick with it.
[Arakita. Yasutomo. That's usually what he calls him, and that's what he's going to keep doing. Nicknames aren't really something he uses.
Ride with Arakita, hang out with him, spend time with him. That sounds like a good idea. He hasn't seen him since they bumped into each other in the library. The only other person he's been able to have company with is Tadokoro. He still hasn't spoken to Makishima yet.
Kinjou's gaze drifts to the basket at the corner of the couch.]
[Pushing himself into getting up, sort of pacing where he stands with his feet moving, Arakita slows to that careful sort of way Kinjou asks and tips his head with his phone in his hand, already moving around then to start gathering shit and swapping his shoes for going out.]
[Somehow this is harder for him to talk about than the first subject, which seems ridiculous, but this is more about the two of them than Arakita and Suga, and so Kinjou doesn't want to callously upset Arakita again.]
Do you want me to get rid of the collar and leash?
[He thought about throwing them out. He doesn't know why he didn't do it, but they're no longer in their usual spot. He's put them in a bag somewhere as if just waiting for the right moment to get rid of them. Kinjou can only assume that because what happened with Suga, Arakita would want nothing to do with those things anymore, and he'd be more than happy to toss them out if it'd make him feel better. If they can go back to being friends.]
[Arakita nearly trips over his little coffee table as he walks away from the couch with the blanket, intending to drop it back in his room, but the question surprises him - so he speaks honestly.]
Haa? Hell no, I like that shit, a lot! I don't - [A little too honestly, because his face burns and his tone goes quieter, but he doesn't stop.] - I like that it's a thing. That we do. It's not even .. overly anything, it's just. Calming, for me, most of the time? Don't count last time, I fucked it up, I got totally distracted when I caught that scent so.
[In the end, Arakita is embarrassed but more for nearly ruining this than for the fact that they do use the collar and leash. Not enough for his own liking, but. It's their thing.]
[It's a good thing that Kinjou is already sitting down, because that first sentence that comes out of Arakita's mouth would be enough to have him seeking the closest solid object to grab onto and put his weight against as gravity just kind of bears down on him. Or not really gravity, more like the overwhelming confirmation that Arakita likes the collar and leash. He's never really said it before, he's only gotten the feeling when they're together that he enjoys it. Of course he would, otherwise they wouldn't have kept using the items after the first time, but this is the first time he's verbally heard it and... Kinjou's face is probably as red as Arakita's. His ears burn, he's worried he's going to ruin the palm reader pressed to his face so he has to pull it away and just lean back into the couch, rubbing a hand over his mouth.
Arakita likes it. Doing that sort of thing with him, using the collar and leash. He wants to keep using it. With him.]
[He... sort of wants to see him in the collar again, right now. But he's not going to say that.]
I-- I'm, glad. That you feel that way. --that, it calms you. [That it's a thing that they can just do between the two of them, just for them, that Arakita still trusts him that much. He's... so glad he didn't ruin this.]
I've enjoyed it also. ...I like it.
[Forget just seeing him in the collar, he wants to see him.]
[Hearing those words shouldn't feel like such a siren song, and even just hearing that Kinjou likes it too - Arakita's face heats red, but his feet carry him out the door quickly. He's heading there, he wants to see him too, whether it's riding their bikes or just slouching around - so he just takes care of it. He wants to be there.]
I'm. I'm comin over, alright? I'm on my way now.
[He should have locked up but it'll be fine, it will be completely fine, because he's not going that far and he doesn't have guests anyway. The teleporters have a whole new level of being useful in that it only takes about five minutes of Arakita breathing with the phone still in his ear, to eventually be knocking at Kinjou's door.]
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on 2016-05-31 01:20 am (UTC)Hopefully, he's happy.]
I'm glad you both managed to talk. I was worried. [Worried that he'd ruined everything for them, worried that he'd ruined his relationship with Arakita. Worried that he broke someone else's heart and not just Makishima's.]
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on 2016-05-31 01:25 am (UTC)[It comes out quieter, softer, or is it because he's half muffling himself by curling in against the couch like he can hide with how he hears that concern lacing Kinjou's tone. What the hell, when did he get a friend out of this guy, they know each other yet they don't??? He'd argue that Kinjou doesn't know him and choke on his own words, because he does.]
Suga's fine, I'm fine, we're fine. I'm not gonna flip out again if you do shit with him, he smells like different people all the time anyway from cuddling, so don't fuckin stress about it anymore. I was bein dumb.
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on 2016-05-31 01:58 am (UTC)I don't think you were being "dumb". You reacted according to your emotions at the time, because of how much you care about Sugawara. It hurts when there is someone you like and you don't think they feel the same way toward you, or that they'll never see how important they are to you. [Listen to him. He's speaking from experience here.] You were upset, and angry, and I did not help matters by reminding you of someone, something that you thought you lost a part of.
I do however think you shouldn't have ignored him when he knew you were upset but did not understand why. That, we can consider to be "dumb".
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on 2016-05-31 02:06 am (UTC)[Now he's just grumbling, practically crawling in between the cushion and the back of the couch despite not moving the phone away, so it is hardly muffling him.]
Who cares if I smelled him in your bed, ain't my business what he does, what you do, whatever. I didn't want to be a dick to him and I knew if I answered him, I'd be a dick, so I just. Didn't.
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on 2016-05-31 02:22 am (UTC)I do not agree with you putting yourself down for what happened, but we're two different people. I can only tell you how I feel and hope that you at least listen and understand that.
[Kinjou pauses, tries to put together the right words.]
You're a friend of mine. You're important to me in your own way. I want you to be happy.
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on 2016-05-31 02:32 am (UTC)Wh.. I- I'm fine. Happy. I guess. That's not your... responsibility or nothin. [It's like he has to talk himself down from the inside just to accept the words, and he manages. Mostly. It's still a fight just to not simply make awkward noise over the phone, and suddenly he's glad they're not in person. He'd handle it easier over text, but maybe this is why Kinjou called.
Tch.]
Y'fuckin weird, Kin-chan. [After that long pause, he manages to get that out instead, soft and quietly embarrassed, but wearin this small smile that even he doesn't really realize he's making. A friend, huh. He's admitted it to himself before, but hearing Kinjou say they're friends is different. It means they really are friends.]
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on 2016-05-31 02:49 am (UTC)Kinjou really, truly cares about Arakita. And more than he's even aware of.]
I'm well aware of that. Toudou told me I resemble a snake, so I suppose that just makes it more true. [His voice is deep yet warm, a smile on his own face as he reclines into the couch he's been sitting in and folds closed a book that'd been in his lap. He was going to keep this conversation brief, but now that they're talking, now that the air between them feels far more comfortable, he might stay on the phone a bit longer. Kinjou really likes talking to Arakita.]
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on 2016-05-31 03:05 am (UTC)Reaching up and yanking his blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over himself like he can content his need to hide when he knows damn well he doesn't need to, Arakita bundles himself up and shuts his eyes to just listen. If he were more honest with himself, he'd admit that he does like talking with Kinjou, he likes hearing him speak. Not just his name, not just in those moments of being caught up in some sex mess, but even like this it makes him feel warm in the same way his scent does.]
Bein a snake and bein weird don't go hand in hand. Toudou's just bein fussy, seriously, he's got weird fuckin friends. Fuku-chan who has never emoted anything but strong and victorious looks in his life, Shinkai who is a mother rabbit and then me, the "beast".
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on 2016-05-31 03:40 am (UTC)Though he's still a tad embarrassing, just as he remarked during the Inter High. But everything else? The rest of them seem just fine. Imaizumi seems to like rabbits as well, and Makishima calls himself a spider. What difference does being a "beast" make?]
You mean "dog"? [Even that's okay. Whatever Arakita calls himself. A beast, a wolf, a dog. He's Arakita.] They do say that they are man's best friend.
[Okay now he's clearly just joking at this point.]
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on 2016-05-31 03:45 am (UTC)Aa, the beast, the dog, the wolf of Hakogaku. It kind of alternates, depending on how motivated I am. Like how Shinkai is a 'straight line demon', sometimes Toudou just shortens my shit because he's annoyed with me slacking in some form. Which is easy to do when you're bein saved for the assist at the end, cause you're known for gettin carried away.
[It gets boring, okay? Not chasing down checkpoints, it gets real boring, especially when Fuku says that he has to wait. Waiting isn't his forte, waiting is a pain, but he waits. Because that's what Fuku-chan said to do.]
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on 2016-05-31 04:57 am (UTC)Hakone Gakuen's team is rather fond of intimidating nicknames. They're very good choices for all of you. It displays your strengths. I admit, I was surprised that Imaizumi would be able to keep up with you. With Fukutomi as well. He's ambitious for a first year. [He wishes he could stay, just for a while. Just to see how Imaizumi does at ace. To see how he puts to work all the things he'd learned at the Inter High.
He wonders how everyone will do after then. What's going to happen to them now...]
You've both been fantastic assists.
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on 2016-05-31 05:03 am (UTC)[In other words, Arakita secured a good rider for his slot next year. He secured it out of spite rather than genuine motivation, but whose to say he won't like and stick to it? That little bastard has a long way to go anyway. Still, the compliment doesn't totally pass Arakita by, and with another snorted little chuckle, he exhales a slow breath.]
Would you believe I didn't start ridin till my first year? Like halfway through, Fuku-chan got me set up when I came around finally. [The number 2 bib on a guy who only started riding a few years ago, in a school whose powerhouse sport was cycling. There were loads and loads of great riders at their school, but Fukutomi planted this number on him. The assist. The main assist, the designated first day assist.]
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on 2016-05-31 05:36 am (UTC)I wouldn't have thought Fukutomi would make such an unpredictable choice, but he strives for the strongest team. You are all aces, after all. He saw something in you worth bringing to his team, regardless of your lack of experience. Many people are that way. Rough, unappealing stones.
[Same with Onoda. Zero experience with professional road racing until the beginning of that school year. Makishima wanted him to take that chance, he saw the worth he had in him, and so he took it. He brought him in, they all fine-tuned that boy to what he became after a few months, what he is now. He can't imagine what Onoda will be like once he's a third year.]
Jewels don't look the way they do naturally. They need to be polished by the right person.
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on 2016-05-31 05:47 am (UTC)... Shinkai kind'a said that, way back before we'd all became friends. I'd just joined the club, Fuku had me on those fuckin rollers for three hours every day, and he was nosy about why I joined. I didn't know, I didn't get what the hell I was doing, just that I was learnin how to ride competitively. Said that's why Fuku likes guys like me.
[He knows without thinking too hard on it though, who Kinjou was thinking about in his own team. The unpolished, first year, complete beginner, Onoda-chan. Good kid, good kid with a heart that won't waver in the face of the odds, because if he's been asked to do it? He just does it. He can't dislike him, even in the face of knowing he wins, that he takes the victory from Hakogaku.]
What do you think, Kin-chan. This rock got more polishing to do? [It's idle, absent minded, the loss sitting in the back of his mind just for thinking about it for that hot second. Of course he does, he has plenty of room to grow, but where doesn't particularly stick out. Is it even necessary, is he even going to keep riding? He'll keep the bike, he'll always keep this bike, but is there a point to even askin this...]
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on 2016-05-31 07:14 am (UTC)What'll things be like when they graduate? What will Arakita do?]
I don't know how much longer I will be able to ride, but right now, I wish to continue. My studies are important, but I enjoy riding. I have for a long time.
[He wants to be able to enjoy himself and the abilities he still has, wants to enjoy the prospect of competition. He wants to push himself as far as he can until he doesn't think he can get any better, or his body stops him completely.
He wants Koseki to see how amazing he's become. The idol he used to have, that he still thinks of even now. He isn't his goal anymore, but he wants that man to know that he's found what he was looking for, that he gained what he trained so hard to have. He never gave up. He kept going.]
Even if you find no reason to, you should move forward anyway. There's no harm in doing so. [Kinjou stares down at his left knee, reaches out to rub over it.]
I cannot answer your question. That is something you must figure out yourself. ...but it would be nice to ride with you again. Back home. As former aces, it would be a rather thrilling race, don't you think?
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on 2016-06-02 01:13 am (UTC)... Mm. It would be alright. Racing together or racing against each other, Kinjou?
[Both. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what it would be like to assist Kinjou, or to battle him in the final stretch.]
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on 2016-06-02 01:53 am (UTC)I think either outcome would provide a nice challenge. [That is of course not his real answer, whether he be riding against Arakita or with Arakita, he'd like to be able to see him again, be able to ride along with him. Kinjou wants to see how much more Arakita can grow as well. And with how close they've become here, he doesn't think he could say no to any chance of being able to see him again.]
I've worked with a bear and a spider before, I think I can manage with a beast.
[The both of them on a team though... how weird. He likes the sound of it.]
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on 2016-06-02 03:40 am (UTC)[There's another little chuckle in with his words, and in the end, Arakita rolls over and pushes the blanket off, moving to get up even as his left hand reaches out to brush briefly across the handlebars of the Bianchi - he keeps it right there next to the couch, in reach when he wants it, after all.]
We could go on a ride right now. Or we could.. hang out. Or somethin. [His words falter just that bit, with what he's adding on - yeah, they could go riding, but for whatever reason, Arakita kind of wants to just spend time with Kinjou. He wants to go there and just sit around and shoot the breeze.]
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on 2016-06-02 04:33 am (UTC)[Arakita. Yasutomo. That's usually what he calls him, and that's what he's going to keep doing. Nicknames aren't really something he uses.
Ride with Arakita, hang out with him, spend time with him. That sounds like a good idea. He hasn't seen him since they bumped into each other in the library. The only other person he's been able to have company with is Tadokoro. He still hasn't spoken to Makishima yet.
Kinjou's gaze drifts to the basket at the corner of the couch.]
...Arakita. May I ask you about one other thing?
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on 2016-06-02 04:50 am (UTC)[Pushing himself into getting up, sort of pacing where he stands with his feet moving, Arakita slows to that careful sort of way Kinjou asks and tips his head with his phone in his hand, already moving around then to start gathering shit and swapping his shoes for going out.]
Yeah, shoot.
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on 2016-06-02 05:20 am (UTC)Do you want me to get rid of the collar and leash?
[He thought about throwing them out. He doesn't know why he didn't do it, but they're no longer in their usual spot. He's put them in a bag somewhere as if just waiting for the right moment to get rid of them. Kinjou can only assume that because what happened with Suga, Arakita would want nothing to do with those things anymore, and he'd be more than happy to toss them out if it'd make him feel better. If they can go back to being friends.]
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on 2016-06-02 05:44 am (UTC)Haa? Hell no, I like that shit, a lot! I don't - [A little too honestly, because his face burns and his tone goes quieter, but he doesn't stop.] - I like that it's a thing. That we do. It's not even .. overly anything, it's just. Calming, for me, most of the time? Don't count last time, I fucked it up, I got totally distracted when I caught that scent so.
[In the end, Arakita is embarrassed but more for nearly ruining this than for the fact that they do use the collar and leash. Not enough for his own liking, but. It's their thing.]
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on 2016-06-02 06:04 am (UTC)Arakita likes it. Doing that sort of thing with him, using the collar and leash. He wants to keep using it. With him.]
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on 2016-06-02 06:09 am (UTC)I-- I'm, glad. That you feel that way. --that, it calms you. [That it's a thing that they can just do between the two of them, just for them, that Arakita still trusts him that much. He's... so glad he didn't ruin this.]
I've enjoyed it also. ...I like it.
[Forget just seeing him in the collar, he wants to see him.]
I'd like to see you today. Arakita.
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on 2016-06-02 06:27 am (UTC)I'm. I'm comin over, alright? I'm on my way now.
[He should have locked up but it'll be fine, it will be completely fine, because he's not going that far and he doesn't have guests anyway. The teleporters have a whole new level of being useful in that it only takes about five minutes of Arakita breathing with the phone still in his ear, to eventually be knocking at Kinjou's door.]
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