[looks up, as if making the connection finally. asparagus, that's the fruit and vegetable section at the front, isn't it? he starts making his way there]
I think she does. I do too! --just in case I'm a guest for dinner...
[and appears in the area, happy to spot rin. maoto walks up to his boyfriend, waving with his phone held high]
[the word is trailed off as Rin sees his boyfriend in front of him, waving like a dork and being generally adorable. he snorts a laugh, hanging up his phone and putting it back in his pocket. he's got a basket with him, a few items in it already, mostly of the healthy veggie variety]
Makoto! Hey. [a bright smile, though a little shy, in a way; he hasn't forgotten what they were talking about, and randomly meeting up in a domestic place like this is -- kind of ironic, frankly]
[makoto's used to this, to rin's bantering and consequently playing along; a gesture heavily enjoyed by the redhead in question. makoto raises his own basket up a bit, too, and looks miserably at its contents: ready to cook ravioli, some cheap spaghetti, canned tomatoes.]
I think we agreed on pasta tonight...
[they're all mostly useless at cooking, and makoto is now guilty of asking momo for what he wants to eat, ending up buying/making whatever the younger boy comes up with.]
Mm. [abrupt, short silence; he can't help but feel a little bit awkward, but he bustles past that with nosiness, peering at that terribly sad basket] -- Momo goes nuts for fettucini alfredo, if you really wanna blow his mind. It's basically as easy as making regular pasta.
[turning, he takes Makoto by the hand]
It's kind of high cal, but I can always make him swim a bunch of laps to burn it off.
[makoto follows, not quite sure he trusts his own ability in the kitchen]
I've never tried doing that before! Maybe if you--send me the recipe I can try and replicate it. Is it a simple one?
[sometimes, it's hard to tell whether makoto is bad at cooking because he's lazy or because he's just plain unknowledgeable about cooking itself. but at least he's willing to give it a try, albeit preferring to have someone supervising. blame his mother for making him get used to this.]
[Rin's hand suddenly tightens around Makoto's, and the pasta recipe is put on the back burner]
Um -- yeah. [another stilted silence as they pass through a row of nuts and trail mix, and Rin blurts] Sorry, I do want to, talk about it, but I don't really know how to start.
[Makoto might actually recognise this behaviour -- it's the same kind of way Rin tends to act about growing more "intimate" in general, struggling with words even as he desperately wants to do or say something]
I think it's because you changed your mind and told me about it, first.
[makoto stops and smiles, soothing thumbrubs on rin's hand, tight around his own. of course makoto recognises this behaviour--it's hard not to, with being in a relationship with rin and all. he's also found that the best way to go about it is to be supportive, speak calmly, and be as honest as possible--teasing kept to a minimum.]
It sounds really nice. Getting to live with you. --it's somehow not so scary this time around? I feel like I know what I want with more certainty.
[a huff goes unnoticed to Makoto's first statement, Rin scanning the shelves for the pasta section. Makoto doesn't need to buy cheap crap like that, shitty ingredients just led to a shitty meal and shitty health]
[he has to admit, it makes him feel really good, that Makoto's got a direction he feels confident in, and it's towards him]
I'm not scared, either. I just hadn't thought about, you know... Gou, and everything, yet...
[ambiguous trailing off, which he realises might be alarming, and rushes to add]
I do want to, too. At least I know you'd be eating the right stuff.
[as he seizes a new kind of pasta from the shelf, replacing Makoto's cruddy chef boyardee bullshit]
[he wasn't eyeing this beefaroni can or anything--]
Oh, yeah, I thought about that. Getting to eat meals prepared by you every day would be a dream. I'm getting a little tired of frozen pizza...
[makoto is even being 100% honest]
[he waits a moment, considering whether he should tell rin he's spoken with gou about it, and that she actually wondered why they weren't living together already; if that isn't support, what is? but instead, makoto tugs rin's hand to keep him from moving away from his aisle. at least until they're done talking about this proper, bagged farfalle, penne, and wheat tagliatelle their less-than stellar audience]
Well, Gou would come with. Wouldn't she? I don't want you guys not living together, or making you choose between your family or me.
[Rin's stopped just beyond a stack of gluten-free angel hair, and he realises Makoto doesn't want to brush this moment off. he stops looking for dinner, and starts looking at his boyfriend, instead]
[teeth appear at his bottom lip, biting down on the corner, leaving not-so-subtle indents]
I don't want to choose between you two. But, don't you think she'd feel, I don't know... awkward, or, like it's not somewhere she can be comfortable, 'cuz you're around, or, we're around...
[and there's another thing Makoto might be used to; Rin second guessing the relationship between he and Gou until he comes to the conclusion she's better off without his intrusion, whatever it is]
Have you asked Gou how she would feel about it...? [hopefully his smile won't be telling that makoto did, he's trying to keep this to himself for a while longer.] Rin, you're always assuming things about Gou. It's alright, but it's not the healthiest way to go around it--perhaps if you asked her, she might surprise you with her answer.
[an unexpected veer off-course; what is Rin going to do, when Gou turns 18? if they're still both here, he'd have to be with her, wouldn't he? would she want him there?]
[makoto sighs, and maneuvers to get his phone out of his pocket while keeping hold on rin's hand and propping the basket closer to his elbow; unlocks it, taps around the screen, and checks text conversations for GOU MATSUOKA]
[he scrolls up, to this conversation, and hands the phone over.]
Have a look.
[and only now, does he let go of rin's hand, so that rin can take the phone.]
Huh? [he takes the phone, though he keeps talking, thinking this is probably just another cat picture to calm him down, which is a gambit he fully understands, but doesn't mind becoming subject to] Asking Gou something like that would be a mistake, wouldn't it? She'd say she was alright with it even if she wasn't...
[Rin isn't blind to the fact that his sister has a history of taking one on the chin for his happiness; he doesn't feel good about that history, and constantly enabling it]
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[a kind of flustered huff]
That was, because of, something else. -- Saying what's on your mind isn't speaking out of line, either.
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Oh, uhm, in that case--is now a good time?
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[lol; Rin didn't notice the hum of the fridges or the people because that's his background noise, too]
Does Gou like white asparagus?
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I think she does. I do too! --just in case I'm a guest for dinner...
[and appears in the area, happy to spot rin. maoto walks up to his boyfriend, waving with his phone held high]
Rin!
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[the word is trailed off as Rin sees his boyfriend in front of him, waving like a dork and being generally adorable. he snorts a laugh, hanging up his phone and putting it back in his pocket. he's got a basket with him, a few items in it already, mostly of the healthy veggie variety]
Makoto! Hey. [a bright smile, though a little shy, in a way; he hasn't forgotten what they were talking about, and randomly meeting up in a domestic place like this is -- kind of ironic, frankly]
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[makoto's used to this, to rin's bantering and consequently playing along; a gesture heavily enjoyed by the redhead in question. makoto raises his own basket up a bit, too, and looks miserably at its contents: ready to cook ravioli, some cheap spaghetti, canned tomatoes.]
I think we agreed on pasta tonight...
[they're all mostly useless at cooking, and makoto is now guilty of asking momo for what he wants to eat, ending up buying/making whatever the younger boy comes up with.]
[but, whatever--he turns his gaze back at rin.]
Funny coincidence, don't you think?
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[turning, he takes Makoto by the hand]
It's kind of high cal, but I can always make him swim a bunch of laps to burn it off.
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I've never tried doing that before! Maybe if you--send me the recipe I can try and replicate it. Is it a simple one?
[sometimes, it's hard to tell whether makoto is bad at cooking because he's lazy or because he's just plain unknowledgeable about cooking itself. but at least he's willing to give it a try, albeit preferring to have someone supervising. blame his mother for making him get used to this.]
Rin...? Are we still going to talk about moving?
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Um -- yeah. [another stilted silence as they pass through a row of nuts and trail mix, and Rin blurts] Sorry, I do want to, talk about it, but I don't really know how to start.
[Makoto might actually recognise this behaviour -- it's the same kind of way Rin tends to act about growing more "intimate" in general, struggling with words even as he desperately wants to do or say something]
-- You changed your mind.
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[makoto stops and smiles, soothing thumbrubs on rin's hand, tight around his own. of course makoto recognises this behaviour--it's hard not to, with being in a relationship with rin and all. he's also found that the best way to go about it is to be supportive, speak calmly, and be as honest as possible--teasing kept to a minimum.]
It sounds really nice. Getting to live with you. --it's somehow not so scary this time around? I feel like I know what I want with more certainty.
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[he has to admit, it makes him feel really good, that Makoto's got a direction he feels confident in, and it's towards him]
I'm not scared, either. I just hadn't thought about, you know... Gou, and everything, yet...
[ambiguous trailing off, which he realises might be alarming, and rushes to add]
I do want to, too. At least I know you'd be eating the right stuff.
[as he seizes a new kind of pasta from the shelf, replacing Makoto's cruddy chef boyardee bullshit]
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Oh, yeah, I thought about that. Getting to eat meals prepared by you every day would be a dream. I'm getting a little tired of frozen pizza...
[makoto is even being 100% honest]
[he waits a moment, considering whether he should tell rin he's spoken with gou about it, and that she actually wondered why they weren't living together already; if that isn't support, what is? but instead, makoto tugs rin's hand to keep him from moving away from his aisle. at least until they're done talking about this proper, bagged farfalle, penne, and wheat tagliatelle their less-than stellar audience]
Well, Gou would come with. Wouldn't she? I don't want you guys not living together, or making you choose between your family or me.
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[teeth appear at his bottom lip, biting down on the corner, leaving not-so-subtle indents]
I don't want to choose between you two. But, don't you think she'd feel, I don't know... awkward, or, like it's not somewhere she can be comfortable, 'cuz you're around, or, we're around...
[and there's another thing Makoto might be used to; Rin second guessing the relationship between he and Gou until he comes to the conclusion she's better off without his intrusion, whatever it is]
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Oi, we'd take turns cooking. I'm not your mum. -- Or your wife.
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[makoto's boyfriend is an idiot. a funny, embarrassing idiot, but for some reason that kind of statement made him really happy.]
[(taking turns cooking, the implied domesticity of it all)]
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[makoto swings their arms a bit, voice quieting]
Have you asked Gou how she would feel about it...? [hopefully his smile won't be telling that makoto did, he's trying to keep this to himself for a while longer.] Rin, you're always assuming things about Gou. It's alright, but it's not the healthiest way to go around it--perhaps if you asked her, she might surprise you with her answer.
[that being said]
She'll turn eighteen sometime, too.
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[an unexpected veer off-course; what is Rin going to do, when Gou turns 18? if they're still both here, he'd have to be with her, wouldn't he? would she want him there?]
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Not that I don't want to live with you! But, on her own, she might not --
[a pause, Rin seeming to realise that]
-- Ah. Ah... I'm doing it again, huh.
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[head tilt. confused look.]
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[he said, sounding.. like a wife...........?]
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[he scrolls up, to this conversation, and hands the phone over.]
Have a look.
[and only now, does he let go of rin's hand, so that rin can take the phone.]
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[Rin isn't blind to the fact that his sister has a history of taking one on the chin for his happiness; he doesn't feel good about that history, and constantly enabling it]
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