[makoto woke up this fine day with the terrible realisation that the skeletons were back. they're goofy and stupid, and not necessarily spooky at all, but he seriously cannot (and will not) handle them! october is the worst month, and if these skeletons (four of them--?!) won't leave, then he's moving out on his own.]
[and with his cats.]
[now, at the small alcove above the greenhouse, makoto has situated his anti-spooky base. his cats roam the flowershop happily and curious, but makoto is anything but. in fact, he didn't realise that moving out into the flowershop meant he would immediately miss the commodities of his room. like his video games. and extra underwear. that was just stupid of him. oh yeah, and mentioning it to his boyfriend.]
if you need me this month i'll be in the flowershop if you need the cats too
[is this embarrassing??? he's not sure. what are Haruka Nanase's policies on Halloween, anyway? he likes scary movies, but dressing up is probably "lame" or "too much trouble," right????]
[resorts to typical defensiveness;]
so? it's not like i wanted to, or care, it's just for momo.. to get him off my back i mean.
[it's late at night in the flowershop. candles are a hazard because of the flowers, so makoto keeps a small, warm, orange lamp--so he doesn't have to have the white, fluorescent lights on during witching hour. he's comfortably slumped on a chair by the lounge area, feet up on the chair opposite of him, papers and notepads in some sort of order on the table.]
[he's thinking hard... about moving in with rin, how to do it, what they could do for the rooms. their very own place. damn.]
[but right now he's staring at the wall, petunias and daisies pressed to it, thinking about whether he should get up and get a snack. he's so comfortable in this position.]
Hmm.
Re: action, backdated last week of the devil's month
[the redhead's just recently come back from a late night swim and shower at the sports centre; he's toweled and dried off, skin feeling paper-thin in the coolness of the evening as he pulls on sweats and a hoodie for bed. the stairs creak as he comes down from the small attic space of their temporary bedroom, and he curses himself for forgetting socks -- these floors are fucking cold, too]
[he seeks warmth, and maybe his boyfriend as well, and follows the low light of the orange lamp until he finds both. Makoto looks quite pensive, and it makes Rin smile. sometimes, he feels like he's seeing glimpses of Makoto 5 years from now, when he's got such a serious look on his face]
[Rin snags up a blanket from the couch, and then comes to perch, as he often does, on the arm of the other's chair, his hand falling to Makoto's hair absently]
Hmmm?
[cold feet are tucking themselves together, as he wraps the blanket around himself, letting it pool into his lap (and a little of Makoto's lap, too)]
With the holidays coming up, I thought I'd offer to prepare a meal for your house. You know, a main dish, two entrees and a dessert. Though it could easily become more than that if you're planning on having a large gathering.
I've also noticed that you're not exactly a fan of sweets. So I could prepare something more savory than sweet for you. That way everyone can enjoy something.
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