In some cases the spoiling is necessary. [IS IT? what does that even mean, miles? it means that maus is licking miles' chin instead and wagging his little tail while being the best manipulator possible.
but, miles tilts his head at that.]
Do you think I know how to cook? [this isn't a dismissal or even a confirmation, he's genuinely curious. but he does nod and begin to head back into the penthouse. come along, gojou. there's...maybe food in the house. hm. maybe? they're going to find out together.]
[ Gojou might not know what it really means, but that doesn't stop him from responding? Especially when Maus' tail is whipping like a motorboat propeller. He follows after him and the other man just hits him with this question? Who. The fuck does this??? Who asks these kind of questions? ]
Let's see. You live by yourself, you try to come off as capable and independent, then it's only reasonable to learn how to cook. Those are the reasons I think you would! [ He hums and taps his chin. ] Theeeen for the reason I think you wouldn't... You're rich and you're busy. Maybe you forget to eat and you have a drawer filled with instant ramen.
[he raises an eyebrow and chooses there are some things he does not actually need to comment on. once they're back in the apartment, miles puts maus down and the dog trots off to get some water while miles ambles toward the kitchen, almost languid in his footsteps like he's still waiting to make sure gojou's going to follow him.]
Reasonable arguments for both. [he still doesn't confirm, but upon opening the cupboards it's obvious there's...a lot of tea, instant ramen, and snacks. like cheez-its? things he can eat with one hand? bitch you live like this?]
I can, for the record, but I don't often have time to. [give him a moment to root around to see if there's anything suitable.] Yet another reason I don't always like people showing up without warning.
[ Stop!! He is following! He isn’t going to get distracted and disappear right now. Big curious eyes peer into the cupboards—cheez-its are a sin, but Gojou doesn’t see the food situation here as any different from his own place that is rampant with snacks more than actual food.
However, he and Miles are very different people. ]
I know you are busy, but I was kind of expecting more from a guy who’s probably a wine snob.
[ Reaching out, he takes a can of pringles or whatever pringles alternative exists. ]
Something like truffle and white cheddar chips. I’m sure we can probably make with all of the junk food. Making stuff gourmet is very trendy now!
[ Little snickers escape from him as he makes duck lips with some pringles chips. ]
[in a deadpan tone:] The wine's in another cabinet.
[...which is true, actually, and if gojou looks around he'll find another cabinet filled with several bottles of very expensive and very vintage wine. he can also have his pringles though.]
Is it really so surprising that my taste isn't exactly up to par at all times? [he's a little bemused by the idea and he has half a mind to crunch the duck lips before reaching into the can to take a few chips for himself.] I've always thought the gourmet trend was just a cover-up anyway.
[...but he'll start looking around again.] Enomoto had the right idea about adding an egg to ramen.
[ Gojou will not check the wine and Miles can notice that. Can't crush these duck lips now that he's feasting on them so he can talk. ]
You're kind of prickly about things. I thought food would be one of them, but food can be considered more of a necessity than a luxury for your type. So I'd say half-surprised.
[ Not too surprising! Yet also surprising. Sometimes you are stuck between emotions and that's okay. Gojou also searches the cabinets, more so he searches after Miles has scour them one at a time. For the most part, he's checking the ramen brands and flavors. ]
Adding an egg in is great! I do that all the time and sometimes I add some fresh vegetables if I want to feel like I'm being healthy. [ It is not being healthy. It is a fallacy. A bold-faced lie. ] Have you ever tried instant ramen using milk?
It's really more of the former than the latter, yes. [thoughtfully. it's true though. food isn't something he tends to indulge in, and food is food. the ramen seems to be a mix of chicken and beef, nothing fancy, though there are some that're spicier than others. miles himself seems to be grabbing a pot since he's decided ramen's about as good as it's going to get.]
A handful of vegetables hardly changes a meal's composition, Gojou. [but he blinks slowly at that.] ...milk in place of water, you mean? Why on earth would you do that?
[ Gojou is good with instant ramen. A lot of brands hit the spot? So he will pick out the one he thinks looks most tasty, then places it on the counter next to the stove. ]
You should give a try! It's pretty good. [ It's worthy of doubt, but he's awfully confident (when isn't he). ] We can slap some cheese on, too, unless you're lactose intolerant. Even if you are, cheese is worth taking some medicine for.
[ Cheese is a topping, the best topping, and Gojou will push this bad life decision forever. He decides for the both of them that they're committing, here's some milk stolen straight from the fridge. Someone's quick to make bad decisions. ]
[give him a moment to distract himself with filling the pot with water.]
Is it even considered ramen anymore if you're drowning it in copious amounts of dairy? [he does nothing to stop this because, and he hates this, he's kind of weak to saying an outright "no" to gojou's ideas so he's glaring at the milk carton instead.] I feel as though I should be having you make our dinner instead if you're so sure.
[ Why doesn't Miles tell him "no." Spare yourself. ]
If mankind didn't climb to new heights, we wouldn't have dishes like curry udon, California rolls, and hamburger steak! Plus, cheese ramen is a thing.
[ Whatever Gojou has just said does not even answer Miles' question. It's basically pasta with a ramen soup base, but semantics. He grows quiet because Miles has a point. Why is he hinting and making suggestions for? With some adjustments, he's behind and sliding his arms around Miles' waist, then sets his chin on his shoulder. ]
[i wish i knew and miles also wishes he knew but it's fine.]
...did you really try to compare California rolls to cheese ramen? [gojou? but after a moment there's a sound that almost sounds like an offended huff, moreso from gojou suddenly playing useless and less about the fact he's holding onto him.
actually, unfortunately, this means that miles is leaning back against him a little even if he looks like he would love to tell him to stop being a pain in the ass.]
Unexpected guest, mind you. You'll simply have to live with whatever I can provide on short notice.
[how the hell did he agree to make dinner for them? this man is horrible.]
[ Yes, he compared them. He has also deemed himself objectively correct in this analysis. Criticism is accepted via written report.
The lean is rewarded with a little squeeze as he buries his nose into the crook of Miles' neck. The last time he got a hug was from Yuuji when he finally popped out of the box. It's just been a lot of work since then, but he's here to enjoy himself. It's odd to consider indulging in some mediocre normalcy would be enjoyment. He's gotten more spoiled than he was before. ]
But not unwelcome. [ LIKE IT REALLY SHOULD BE. Gojou blows against his neck for a little firt noise. Obnoxious. ] As long as it's from you and it's edible, I won't be complaining.
[ "Normalcy" really is cornering Miles into doing things, though half of it is MILES' FAULT. ]
You haven't presented the proper evidence to rest your case. [how miles can actually try to continue objecting, we don't know. also. how miles hasn't actually pushed gojou away is also a great question when he knows he shouldn't indulge him. still...if he's completely honest with himself (which he rarely is), it's sort of nice even if he brings a hand up to bap gojou's cheek. he doesn't tell him to move and he isn't making him back off, but he does roll his eyes anyway.
idiot.]
I'd like that in writing if you don't mind. [it's. sort of a joke.] You'll also have to remove yourself from me long enough to allow the use of my hands.
[he could easily make ramen while gojou's draped over him but like. why. stop being a spoiled brat, gojou.]
I'll send you my e-signature and you can stamp that on whatever.
[ That's a bit fuckless for a written contract over food, but jokes are jokes. He's the kind of guy that would give his students his credit card to buy supplies and groceries.
When that hand comes for him, he makes a small nasally oi noise and grimaces. His eyebrows furrow as he lifts his head, debating on obeying or not. He needs more reasons now that he's decided to be rebellious for this occasion. ]
Hmmmmm! From what I can see, your hands are still very free. [ Miles literally bopped him. ] Didn't you want proper evidence for the cheese ramen and California roll comparison?
[ Not that Gojou has to be clinging onto Miles to talk about that... Not that Miles is serious who would even want to know about these things?? ]
I'll draft the contract this evening then. [dryly. but it's fine because at least they're both aware it's not really anything serious. and how did they get there?
also. don't point out the flaw in his logic.]
I do, but admittedly I'm a bit wary now of what you would even consider proper evidence.
[he's now serious because he has to know to satisfy his own curiosity.]
[ If he asked Gojou say they somehow spiral into nonsense, he wouldn't have an answer. It's just how they communicate and, to him, it feels natural. He drums his fingers against Miles' sides as he thinks about what to present. ]
Wouldn't just giving pieces of history prove their similarities? California rolls were claimed to be made in Canada or Los Angeles, where the first rice-outside rolls were also born. They're pretty different from traditional maki and nigiri, at least in appearance. I haven't had those kinds of rolls before, so I can't say anything about taste. Foreigners do seem to put a lot into them, though... I saw a couple on Nanamin's Instagram one time when I was hovering over his shoulder. Did you know he was a foodie?
[ Outside bones more like outside rice, but we're back again to Gojou talking Miles' ear off without asking for permission or warning him. Nanami's life is also thrown out there because Gojou thought it's relevant (it isn't). Okay, at least related. ]
Cheesy ramen. [ One moment as he tries to pull out useless trivia. ] Also from Los Angeles, I think! Pioneered by a food truck guy! Both California rolls and cheesy ramen are examples of culinary evolution! It's a vehicle for the future!
[ He's awfully confident about this, obnoxiously so. ]
[he's apparently not as bothered about gojou's incessant chattering as he tries to come off seeing how he lets it happen and a hand strays to catch his fingers every now and then while he's. making them ramen. he guesses. there's a soft sound of acknowledgment which would be either "yes I did know that about Nanami" or "what the fuck is Instagram" but after all of that he shakes his head.]
I left Los Angeles when I was nine and I didn't return for over a decade. Would you consider me a local or a foreigner?
Evolution or not, I do wonder then if such things were meant to be meddled with when they were perfectly fine previously.
Wherever your heart is, Miles Edgeworth from freaky 90s space station.
[ He wouldn't know if Miles is closer to a Japifornian or a European-German since he has a very shallow understanding of both cultures. To the musing, Gojou hums thoughtfully as he rolls his chin on the other man's shoulders, once in a while chasing after the hand that plays with his fingers. Of course, he doesn't pursue or keep it from making ramen. He's hungry, like me at 2 am. It wasn't that apparent to him earlier, but his stomach feels cored. Don't pay too much mind to the small grumble. ]
There will always be people looking for change and usually they're also the ones that change the world, for better or worse. What's important is that whatever comes out is delicious! Like this ramen.
[ Slipping away, he decides to be useful and hunt for two bowls. They're set on close by with utensils (are they matching utensils). Gojou doesn't circle back to latch onto Miles like a koala, instead leaning against countertop and offering a hand. His fingers flex grabby grabby please hold. Hint: it's a trap. ]
[all things considered, gojou is himself and gojou was in a box and then probably focused on passing his work to his students. he's not at all surprised, though he's maybe surprised by gojou's hand still being there. or by gojou being here, period? it's very hard being miles edgeworth who is busy trying to fathom the whole thing despite being on a freaky 90s sex station for way too many months.
still...]
I suppose that's precisely the reason you and I can actually tolerate each other. [which is miles-speak for he likes him, because they both have and want things to change. this is absolutely a trap, and he raises an eyebrow while gojou grabs the bowls and utensils (all which match, most of which have gone unused.)
unfortunately curiosity gets the better of him, so he turns the ramen to a low simmer before taking the hand? what, what do you want?]
[ He's here, though he can't promise to be here all the time. To put it in his own words, he's sporadically here. When Miles tries to hold Gojou's hand, there is something stops him. It's nothing that can be seen, an invisible barrier of some centimeters that prevents skin from touching skin.
Of course, Gojou snickers like the goblin he is. ]
"Tolerate" is kind of harsh. I have many reasons to like you! [ A handful of them are things Miles would probably rather not hear. ] But you're not wrong. You fit the bill! I like people with drive cause they're the only people I can keep by my side.
[ Because he needs likeminded people to make his vision come true. His thoughts usually stop there, but he lingers longer. Ambitions do end, either crushed or fulfilled. The invisible veil dissipates so he can brush his fingers against Miles' to match these strange new feelings. ]
... I think I'd make an exception for you, for when you accomplish everything you set out to accomplish and retire to a slice of life genre.
[ More than fleeting fascination and interest, Gojou would still like him when there's no grandstand of changing the world. ]
[to be honest that's another reason gojou's a decent match, as it were. for someone who is also used to being sporadically around due to work (or, more accurately, due to his own reasons that he hides behind work) it isn't as though he can even blame him.
he can blame him for the invisible barrier which miles tries to bat at, frowning like the confused cat he actually is and narrowing his eyes before looking up at him. gojou saves himself the lecture by starting to talk, and when the barrier comes down and he feels the touch again he finds that annoyance disappearing and leaving him with a slight sense of awe. maybe gratitude. and maybe affection that he's not sure what to do with.
wild.]
I can't say I wouldn't like that, I suppose. [he would. he would like that a lot, actually, but sometimes you still can't voice how much you appreciate people holding you to that kind of standard.] The thing about the law is that there's always going to be something that needs to accomplish. I don't think I'll be retiring to anything anytime soon. But if I do...I like to think you'll still be there. Perhaps even help me find something new to accomplish.
[even old and gray(er), miles is going to be the kind to continue his ambitions. nothing will change that, though he thinks he can make an exception, too, to include someone else.]
me looking at these tags like wow this was very gay
[ So many unnecessary feelings here in this man's body. Gojou shakes Miles' hand much like you would with a dog and how condescending it is will be left to the beholder. He, himself, does not see a problem considering he does like Miles. It's all about intent! Delivery...! Comes second! In human relationships which Gojou is awful at.
Contract to grow old together: signed (no). ]
Awww, that's so sweet! If I don't die, I'll definitely be around, so don't get into too much trouble, all right?
[ With his other hand, he gently bats Miles' arm. ]
[you can fit all sorts of conflict in this bad boy. regardless, now he looks a little annoyed despite the fact he allows this? HE KNOWS THIS TRICK, HE DOES THIS TO MAUS. but it's fine. they've reached an understanding and that's more than he can get from most people.]
I can hardly make that promise. [which is meant to be a joke, but look. sometimes things happen. it'll be fine. but he rolls his eyes and looks back to the meal he was in the midst of preparing.]
Close enough. I believe it's just about done...unless you feel it requires additional touches?
[it's a basic meal, he does not need to upsell it. and yet.]
[ I don't know how to feel about Miles and Gojou coming to an understanding, which means they're both aliens or clowns. He adds an egg and cheese without even asking. With some extra heat, it should be mostly cooked now. If Miles meant to share this, then it has become egg and cheese ramen without his consent.
He serves it into bowl for them and already starts eating here, foregoing table and table manners. ]
I guess it's too much to ask from troublemaker like you. [ He quickly checks the time on his phone. ] I'll head back in a bit to see if I have any mission logs, but I think I have time to hear about your upcoming case.
[ Then he'll return later in the night like a monster. ]
[they're both! it's fine. nobody needs to know that they're alien clowns who're adding cheese and egg to their ramen because this is just how things are now. gojou's lack of table manners means miles frowns just slightly before he rolls his eyes and follows suit, carefully spooning up some noodles for himself. fine, whatever. they can be uncivilized.]
You should know I can't disclose too many details, of course, but...wouldn't you rather spend the remainder of your time here talking about something else?
[he's aware that gojou will come back later, but also, like, what if he doesn't? sometimes you have abandonment issues regardless of what anybody says or does. also for once in his life he's not sure he wants to actually talk about work.]
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In some cases the spoiling is necessary. [IS IT? what does that even mean, miles? it means that maus is licking miles' chin instead and wagging his little tail while being the best manipulator possible.
but, miles tilts his head at that.]
Do you think I know how to cook? [this isn't a dismissal or even a confirmation, he's genuinely curious. but he does nod and begin to head back into the penthouse. come along, gojou. there's...maybe food in the house. hm. maybe? they're going to find out together.]
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[ Gojou might not know what it really means, but that doesn't stop him from responding? Especially when Maus' tail is whipping like a motorboat propeller. He follows after him and the other man just hits him with this question? Who. The fuck does this??? Who asks these kind of questions? ]
Let's see. You live by yourself, you try to come off as capable and independent, then it's only reasonable to learn how to cook. Those are the reasons I think you would! [ He hums and taps his chin. ] Theeeen for the reason I think you wouldn't... You're rich and you're busy. Maybe you forget to eat and you have a drawer filled with instant ramen.
[ Time to raid kitchen? ]
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Reasonable arguments for both. [he still doesn't confirm, but upon opening the cupboards it's obvious there's...a lot of tea, instant ramen, and snacks. like cheez-its? things he can eat with one hand? bitch you live like this?]
I can, for the record, but I don't often have time to. [give him a moment to root around to see if there's anything suitable.] Yet another reason I don't always like people showing up without warning.
[and yet gojou's still in his house. wow.]
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However, he and Miles are very different people. ]
I know you are busy, but I was kind of expecting more from a guy who’s probably a wine snob.
[ Reaching out, he takes a can of pringles or whatever pringles alternative exists. ]
Something like truffle and white cheddar chips. I’m sure we can probably make with all of the junk food. Making stuff gourmet is very trendy now!
[ Little snickers escape from him as he makes duck lips with some pringles chips. ]
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[...which is true, actually, and if gojou looks around he'll find another cabinet filled with several bottles of very expensive and very vintage wine. he can also have his pringles though.]
Is it really so surprising that my taste isn't exactly up to par at all times? [he's a little bemused by the idea and he has half a mind to crunch the duck lips before reaching into the can to take a few chips for himself.] I've always thought the gourmet trend was just a cover-up anyway.
[...but he'll start looking around again.] Enomoto had the right idea about adding an egg to ramen.
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You're kind of prickly about things. I thought food would be one of them, but food can be considered more of a necessity than a luxury for your type. So I'd say half-surprised.
[ Not too surprising! Yet also surprising. Sometimes you are stuck between emotions and that's okay. Gojou also searches the cabinets, more so he searches after Miles has scour them one at a time. For the most part, he's checking the ramen brands and flavors. ]
Adding an egg in is great! I do that all the time and sometimes I add some fresh vegetables if I want to feel like I'm being healthy. [ It is not being healthy. It is a fallacy. A bold-faced lie. ] Have you ever tried instant ramen using milk?
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A handful of vegetables hardly changes a meal's composition, Gojou. [but he blinks slowly at that.] ...milk in place of water, you mean? Why on earth would you do that?
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You should give a try! It's pretty good. [ It's worthy of doubt, but he's awfully confident (when isn't he). ] We can slap some cheese on, too, unless you're lactose intolerant. Even if you are, cheese is worth taking some medicine for.
[ Cheese is a topping, the best topping, and Gojou will push this bad life decision forever. He decides for the both of them that they're committing, here's some milk stolen straight from the fridge. Someone's quick to make bad decisions. ]
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Is it even considered ramen anymore if you're drowning it in copious amounts of dairy? [he does nothing to stop this because, and he hates this, he's kind of weak to saying an outright "no" to gojou's ideas so he's glaring at the milk carton instead.] I feel as though I should be having you make our dinner instead if you're so sure.
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If mankind didn't climb to new heights, we wouldn't have dishes like curry udon, California rolls, and hamburger steak! Plus, cheese ramen is a thing.
[ Whatever Gojou has just said does not even answer Miles' question. It's basically pasta with a ramen soup base, but semantics. He grows quiet because Miles has a point. Why is he hinting and making suggestions for? With some adjustments, he's behind and sliding his arms around Miles' waist, then sets his chin on his shoulder. ]
I'm the guuuuuuuuuuesssst.
[ Flips on useless switch. ]
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...did you really try to compare California rolls to cheese ramen? [gojou? but after a moment there's a sound that almost sounds like an offended huff, moreso from gojou suddenly playing useless and less about the fact he's holding onto him.
actually, unfortunately, this means that miles is leaning back against him a little even if he looks like he would love to tell him to stop being a pain in the ass.]
Unexpected guest, mind you. You'll simply have to live with whatever I can provide on short notice.
[how the hell did he agree to make dinner for them? this man is horrible.]
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[ Yes, he compared them. He has also deemed himself objectively correct in this analysis. Criticism is accepted via written report.
The lean is rewarded with a little squeeze as he buries his nose into the crook of Miles' neck. The last time he got a hug was from Yuuji when he finally popped out of the box. It's just been a lot of work since then, but he's here to enjoy himself. It's odd to consider indulging in some mediocre normalcy would be enjoyment. He's gotten more spoiled than he was before. ]
But not unwelcome. [ LIKE IT REALLY SHOULD BE. Gojou blows against his neck for a little firt noise. Obnoxious. ] As long as it's from you and it's edible, I won't be complaining.
[ "Normalcy" really is cornering Miles into doing things, though half of it is MILES' FAULT. ]
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idiot.]
I'd like that in writing if you don't mind. [it's. sort of a joke.] You'll also have to remove yourself from me long enough to allow the use of my hands.
[he could easily make ramen while gojou's draped over him but like. why. stop being a spoiled brat, gojou.]
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[ That's a bit fuckless for a written contract over food, but jokes are jokes. He's the kind of guy that would give his students his credit card to buy supplies and groceries.
When that hand comes for him, he makes a small nasally oi noise and grimaces. His eyebrows furrow as he lifts his head, debating on obeying or not. He needs more reasons now that he's decided to be rebellious for this occasion. ]
Hmmmmm! From what I can see, your hands are still very free. [ Miles literally bopped him. ] Didn't you want proper evidence for the cheese ramen and California roll comparison?
[ Not that Gojou has to be clinging onto Miles to talk about that... Not that Miles is serious who would even want to know about these things?? ]
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also. don't point out the flaw in his logic.]
I do, but admittedly I'm a bit wary now of what you would even consider proper evidence.
[he's now serious because he has to know to satisfy his own curiosity.]
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Wouldn't just giving pieces of history prove their similarities? California rolls were claimed to be made in Canada or Los Angeles, where the first rice-outside rolls were also born. They're pretty different from traditional maki and nigiri, at least in appearance. I haven't had those kinds of rolls before, so I can't say anything about taste. Foreigners do seem to put a lot into them, though... I saw a couple on Nanamin's Instagram one time when I was hovering over his shoulder. Did you know he was a foodie?
[ Outside bones more like outside rice, but we're back again to Gojou talking Miles' ear off without asking for permission or warning him. Nanami's life is also thrown out there because Gojou thought it's relevant (it isn't). Okay, at least related. ]
Cheesy ramen. [ One moment as he tries to pull out useless trivia. ] Also from Los Angeles, I think! Pioneered by a food truck guy! Both California rolls and cheesy ramen are examples of culinary evolution! It's a vehicle for the future!
[ He's awfully confident about this, obnoxiously so. ]
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I left Los Angeles when I was nine and I didn't return for over a decade. Would you consider me a local or a foreigner?
Evolution or not, I do wonder then if such things were meant to be meddled with when they were perfectly fine previously.
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[ He wouldn't know if Miles is closer to a Japifornian or a European-German since he has a very shallow understanding of both cultures. To the musing, Gojou hums thoughtfully as he rolls his chin on the other man's shoulders, once in a while chasing after the hand that plays with his fingers. Of course, he doesn't pursue or keep it from making ramen. He's hungry, like me at 2 am. It wasn't that apparent to him earlier, but his stomach feels cored. Don't pay too much mind to the small grumble. ]
There will always be people looking for change and usually they're also the ones that change the world, for better or worse. What's important is that whatever comes out is delicious! Like this ramen.
[ Slipping away, he decides to be useful and hunt for two bowls. They're set on close by with utensils (are they matching utensils). Gojou doesn't circle back to latch onto Miles like a koala, instead leaning against countertop and offering a hand. His fingers flex grabby grabby please hold. Hint: it's a trap. ]
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still...]
I suppose that's precisely the reason you and I can actually tolerate each other. [which is miles-speak for he likes him, because they both have and want things to change. this is absolutely a trap, and he raises an eyebrow while gojou grabs the bowls and utensils (all which match, most of which have gone unused.)
unfortunately curiosity gets the better of him, so he turns the ramen to a low simmer before taking the hand? what, what do you want?]
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Of course, Gojou snickers like the goblin he is. ]
"Tolerate" is kind of harsh. I have many reasons to like you! [ A handful of them are things Miles would probably rather not hear. ] But you're not wrong. You fit the bill! I like people with drive cause they're the only people I can keep by my side.
[ Because he needs likeminded people to make his vision come true. His thoughts usually stop there, but he lingers longer. Ambitions do end, either crushed or fulfilled. The invisible veil dissipates so he can brush his fingers against Miles' to match these strange new feelings. ]
... I think I'd make an exception for you, for when you accomplish everything you set out to accomplish and retire to a slice of life genre.
[ More than fleeting fascination and interest, Gojou would still like him when there's no grandstand of changing the world. ]
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he can blame him for the invisible barrier which miles tries to bat at, frowning like the confused cat he actually is and narrowing his eyes before looking up at him. gojou saves himself the lecture by starting to talk, and when the barrier comes down and he feels the touch again he finds that annoyance disappearing and leaving him with a slight sense of awe. maybe gratitude. and maybe affection that he's not sure what to do with.
wild.]
I can't say I wouldn't like that, I suppose. [he would. he would like that a lot, actually, but sometimes you still can't voice how much you appreciate people holding you to that kind of standard.] The thing about the law is that there's always going to be something that needs to accomplish. I don't think I'll be retiring to anything anytime soon. But if I do...I like to think you'll still be there. Perhaps even help me find something new to accomplish.
[even old and gray(er), miles is going to be the kind to continue his ambitions. nothing will change that, though he thinks he can make an exception, too, to include someone else.]
me looking at these tags like wow this was very gay
Contract to grow old together: signed (no). ]
Awww, that's so sweet! If I don't die, I'll definitely be around, so don't get into too much trouble, all right?
[ With his other hand, he gently bats Miles' arm. ]
So is food ready?
you're not wrong u_u
I can hardly make that promise. [which is meant to be a joke, but look. sometimes things happen. it'll be fine. but he rolls his eyes and looks back to the meal he was in the midst of preparing.]
Close enough. I believe it's just about done...unless you feel it requires additional touches?
[it's a basic meal, he does not need to upsell it. and yet.]
closes your eyes to not perceive
He serves it into bowl for them and already starts eating here, foregoing table and table manners. ]
I guess it's too much to ask from troublemaker like you. [ He quickly checks the time on his phone. ] I'll head back in a bit to see if I have any mission logs, but I think I have time to hear about your upcoming case.
[ Then he'll return later in the night like a monster. ]
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You should know I can't disclose too many details, of course, but...wouldn't you rather spend the remainder of your time here talking about something else?
[he's aware that gojou will come back later, but also, like, what if he doesn't? sometimes you have abandonment issues regardless of what anybody says or does. also for once in his life he's not sure he wants to actually talk about work.]
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