SETA SOUJI 瀬多 総司 (
perseverant) wrote2010-06-24 09:49 pm
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[It's a lovely evening. Souji cracks the window as the instant ramen seeps on the kitchen counter, letting in the night-air. There's still beer left in the fridge, and he goes to help himself as he waits. It's been an odd last few days—many significant things have happened all at once. Even someone as thick as him could notice that something's hanging in the air. From Kanji confessing to Naoto to Yosuke's blatant insecurities; and then there was his own slip-ups.
He doesn't take long to ponder it, as the timer pings and he heads over with wooden chopsticks to dig into his instant meal.]
He doesn't take long to ponder it, as the timer pings and he heads over with wooden chopsticks to dig into his instant meal.]
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That is, of course, until he moves a little awkwardly and bumps the bridge of his nose against Yosuke's. The's the sound of restrain laughter coming from his throat, but he quickly makes up for it, recovering smoothly and catching his lips.]
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Dude, wha--
ah.
[That last part isn't so much uttered against Souji's mouth as it is into it, muted in surprise. For a second he goes a little rigid, but recovers himself just in time to lean in closer, back against the gentle pressure.]