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.]
[ They are eating instant ramen, Miles, you alien clown. Gojou doesn’t see a reason to change locations when it’s more efficient to eat on the spot, especially when the sink is nearby, but… He can always be persuaded with simple asks.
Today seems like he wins, though he makes an audible gasp. Miles… Not talking about work? They’re work people? ]
I don’t have much to talk about aside from my work—unless you’re interested in my recent purchase of Kikufuku Mochi from Kikusuian! A Sendai special!
[ Gojou and Mineo really love it. Tasty mochi. ]
It’s nice over there. Tokyo is a mess in comparison right now.
[ Those abandonment issues are very funny from a man that leaves an ominous note and fucks off. ]
[shut up and eat your noodles. it seems like miles himself is more than tolerant of gojou's shenanigans and that means he's letting him get away with a lot.
or. you know. kind of, because he makes a face at that. he's not sure what he was actually expecting and right, no, this is exactly why they're work people.]
I rescind the offer, actually. [it sounds so dry, but it's hard to take him serious when he's busy trying to sip broth.] ...how bad off is Tokyo now? It wasn't exactly in the best shape even when we met, was it?
[ He is eating! He is slurping! But politely, because it's more work to clean after himself. This surely would give anyone heartburn, but it's not like they're that old yet. They really are work people because Gojou is blanking unless— ]
Oh, you don't want to talk about anime, either? You do watch shows, right?
[ Obnoxiously, he clicks his chopsticks together. Gojou knows that Miles barely has hobbies based on their past conversations, but it could be he kept some secrets to be professional. Tokyo, though. ]
Tokyo looks post-apocalyptic, maybe even dystopian. I have some videos and pictures if you want to see! My apartment building has a huge hole through it.
[he's not sure if he should be pleased or offended that this is even a question. on the one hand, it's nice to be thought of as a professional (he will not believe it's anything but that, thanks.) on the other hand:]
They've added the last few seasons of the Steel Samurai to Netflix. [he says this calmly like it's the most obvious thing in the world.] And the Pink Princess series is still airing new episodes.
[neither of these are anime but they count. he can't help but raise an eyebrow because...unfortunately he does want to see? he does have a lot of questions so he pauses with his chopsticks in his mouth before he nods.]
You haven't bothered to repair it? [let him see!!!]
[ Because... That's probably what Miles had in his room in that space station, right? He never asked. ]
Property damage is usually the window's or government's job.
[ Does Miles really expect sorcerers to clean up their messes... They just let other people do it, but Gojou does slide right beside him and pulls up his phone. There is a series of pictures of the ruined Tokyo, tattered into almost a wasteland. No single soul on the streets, either.
Oh, he also shows a video of a building getting a hole blasted through it, but the source cannot be seen because curses don't show up on pictures or videos. ]
I suppose there's time for an episode or two if you're actually planning to linger for some time. [can't wait for gojou to realize it's technically a children's show, but it's fine. let miles be a weeb. on the other hand no, he does not expect sorcerers to be remotely tidy of their own messes so he's looking at the photos and frowning to himself. terrible. awful. but also a bit unsurprising even as he notices the building getting blasted by seemingly nothing.]
When I come back and you're not fast asleep! Which seems to be a pretty high chance.
[ Heeheeee. Not to mean that Gojou will return early in the evening, more that he assumes Miles Edgeworth sleeps at strange times—or barely sleeps. It is catastrophic devastation on his phone with no culprit to be seen.
When people are mentioned, Gojou just... Smiles... And tries to think? It seems? Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm. ]
Pretty sure they're all right. [ He spins the chopsticks between his fingers like a rude person would. ] We usually fix them up right away then persuade them that some natural disaster did everything. Don't think the government is that happy about all of this, but what can you doooo.
[he raises an eyebrow. well...he can't even entirely discount that. even if his sleep schedule wasn't completely horrific, there's a high chance that miles would stay awake simply to see if gojou would come back in the first place. horrible. but as it is he does keep himself very busy and thus only sleeps in small increments.
not to mention now he's busy thinking about curses and alternate japan and vaguely wondering why they re-released people like mahito out into the world. is this even mahito's fault? doesn't matter.]
I suppose the answer is "not much." [though...] And they really believe it's a natural disaster? Then again without any visible proof...
[...yeah, no, that's viable.] Until there's another solution, I imagine that's all you can do to salvage everything.
[ Miles..... You fool... You should just sleep normally and forget about him entirely. ]
You and I know it's not too hard to manipulate the masses. All it takes is some injected news on several stations, maybe fabricated footage... People will think they were hallucinating! Then it's a done deal.
[ GASLIGHT. A great tactic and Gojou finger guns at him once he places his bowl into the nearby sink. ]
[that would be a fantastic idea, but this is a man who also spends a lot of his free time spite-thinking about people just because he can. still...gojou has a point and it's unfortunate that miles actually sort of smirks at that. it's not entirely amused, but more like an expression of familiarity. fabrication is a delicate subject, all things considered, but it's true. it's far too easy if you know what you're doing.]
Fair enough.
[and then gojou ruins that moment with the fingerguns and miles gives him a flat look in return.]
Do you feel you've done anything to deserve one? [he's hopeless and gay but he's not that easy, thank you.]
[ ... No, he does not deserve a goodbye kiss. Not at all. Not in the slightest. If Miles had any ounce of self-worth, he would not give in despite being hopeless and gay. Gojou touches his own chest, eyes welling with playful affection. There's some feigned sheepishness in his gesture which should be a familiar and unconvincing ruse. ]
I remembered your name?
[ It's said like this is the grandest of accomplishments, despite how it should definitely be the lowest bar. Gojou seldom remembers names and his time in space station was really one of his peaks. Knowing that he won't get rewarded for that, he adds some eyelash bats for flair. ]
[considering that a large part of miles' job is to watch people, yes, it's very familiar and very unimpressive (as usual.)
but then again, he seems to take that into consideration.]
...while that is quite impressive for you, you damn well better remember my name. [which is partially said because, hello? and also because miles still gets a little ruffled considering he's worked very hard to make a name for himself. the fluttering of gojou's eyelashes doesn't entirely help either, though he'll admit it's kind of funny. sort of. slightly. kind of stupidly attractive, but useless.]
You can have one when you come back. [that's not a goodbye kiss, but okay. sure.]
Useless is the biggest descriptor of this man, Gojou Satoru, and he stays silent as he peers at Mister Miles Edgeworth with bright eyes. His index finger taps against a surface, evenly to no rhythm. The taps slow to a stop, ending with a burst of laughter. Miles... is so funny? All the time. So funny? ]
You can't take that back, just so you knoooow!
[ Gojou isn't a thief, so he doesn't steal one (however tempting it may be). Instead, he rests his head against Miles' like a cat bumping its head against a favorite person. ]
Try not to get too lonely here. [ Even if. Miles is used to being on his own. ] I'll be back before you know it.
[ Gojou annoyingly nuzzles and lingers despite saying he's going to leave. Maybe Miles should kick him out. ]
he wills himself to continue staring at gojou instead of looking to where his finger's drawing attention, and despite the fact he was watching so closely he does jump slightly at the laughter. what the absolute fuck is wrong with this man at all times!!]
Now really, have you ever known me to go back on what I've said? [it's happened, like, a few times, so this is a shitty argument but he's immediately derailed by gojou's attempts at being an overgrown cat. please ignore the fact that he's a little flustered and allows this for...oh...ten seconds before he's trying to push him in the face.]
You're quite hard to miss when you refuse to leave, you realize.
[that's not quite the diss you think it is, miles, but alright.]
Gojou is abnormal and that is what's wrong with him. His eyes kind of widen as his lips curl into a knowing smile because. Yes. People take things back all the time and Miles isn't impervious. He can't voice this because a hand is in his face.
An annoying heeeeeeeeey leaks past fingers as his sunglasses ride up his face. For Miles' sake, Gojou does not bite. ]
Okay, okay! I'll go.
[ Sluggishly, he peels himself off and fetches his cellphone. With some taps, zip he's gone, but he does return after some time...At some Witching Hour, most unfortunate. Wherever Miles is in his penthouse, sleeping or awake, he may feel something like a box gently rested on his person.
It does mean it's balanced atop his head if Miles' standing or sitting. ]
[gojou deserves the hand in his face, especially because of the protest. not biting is also very helpful, and miles drops his hand as gojou pulls himself away. he doesn't speak as he watches, and in a moment's blink the sorcerer's gone.
it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
[ When Miles reaches for a touch, the mystery object isn't there. There's only air, an empty space, because an annoying someone lifts it when he sees those fingers search for purchase. None for this prosecutor. To assure him that these aren't haunting illusions dogging at his heels for another sleepless night, there's a familiar voice that goes heeeeeee~eeeeeeeeeh behind him—perhaps it would be better if this was a hallucination.
If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
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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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Today seems like he wins, though he makes an audible gasp. Miles… Not talking about work? They’re work people? ]
I don’t have much to talk about aside from my work—unless you’re interested in my recent purchase of Kikufuku Mochi from Kikusuian! A Sendai special!
[ Gojou and Mineo really love it. Tasty mochi. ]
It’s nice over there. Tokyo is a mess in comparison right now.
[ Those abandonment issues are very funny from a man that leaves an ominous note and fucks off. ]
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or. you know. kind of, because he makes a face at that. he's not sure what he was actually expecting and right, no, this is exactly why they're work people.]
I rescind the offer, actually. [it sounds so dry, but it's hard to take him serious when he's busy trying to sip broth.] ...how bad off is Tokyo now? It wasn't exactly in the best shape even when we met, was it?
[too many curses...]
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Oh, you don't want to talk about anime, either? You do watch shows, right?
[ Obnoxiously, he clicks his chopsticks together. Gojou knows that Miles barely has hobbies based on their past conversations, but it could be he kept some secrets to be professional. Tokyo, though. ]
Tokyo looks post-apocalyptic, maybe even dystopian. I have some videos and pictures if you want to see! My apartment building has a huge hole through it.
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They've added the last few seasons of the Steel Samurai to Netflix. [he says this calmly like it's the most obvious thing in the world.] And the Pink Princess series is still airing new episodes.
[neither of these are anime but they count. he can't help but raise an eyebrow because...unfortunately he does want to see? he does have a lot of questions so he pauses with his chopsticks in his mouth before he nods.]
You haven't bothered to repair it? [let him see!!!]
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[ Because... That's probably what Miles had in his room in that space station, right? He never asked. ]
Property damage is usually the window's or government's job.
[ Does Miles really expect sorcerers to clean up their messes... They just let other people do it, but Gojou does slide right beside him and pulls up his phone. There is a series of pictures of the ruined Tokyo, tattered into almost a wasteland. No single soul on the streets, either.
Oh, he also shows a video of a building getting a hole blasted through it, but the source cannot be seen because curses don't show up on pictures or videos. ]
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...and the damage to the people? [how was that?]
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[ Heeheeee. Not to mean that Gojou will return early in the evening, more that he assumes Miles Edgeworth sleeps at strange times—or barely sleeps. It is catastrophic devastation on his phone with no culprit to be seen.
When people are mentioned, Gojou just... Smiles... And tries to think? It seems? Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm. ]
Pretty sure they're all right. [ He spins the chopsticks between his fingers like a rude person would. ] We usually fix them up right away then persuade them that some natural disaster did everything. Don't think the government is that happy about all of this, but what can you doooo.
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not to mention now he's busy thinking about curses and alternate japan and vaguely wondering why they re-released people like mahito out into the world. is this even mahito's fault? doesn't matter.]
I suppose the answer is "not much." [though...] And they really believe it's a natural disaster? Then again without any visible proof...
[...yeah, no, that's viable.] Until there's another solution, I imagine that's all you can do to salvage everything.
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You and I know it's not too hard to manipulate the masses. All it takes is some injected news on several stations, maybe fabricated footage... People will think they were hallucinating! Then it's a done deal.
[ GASLIGHT. A great tactic and Gojou finger guns at him once he places his bowl into the nearby sink. ]
Soooooooo. Do I get a goodbye kiss?
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Fair enough.
[and then gojou ruins that moment with the fingerguns and miles gives him a flat look in return.]
Do you feel you've done anything to deserve one? [he's hopeless and gay but he's not that easy, thank you.]
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I remembered your name?
[ It's said like this is the grandest of accomplishments, despite how it should definitely be the lowest bar. Gojou seldom remembers names and his time in space station was really one of his peaks. Knowing that he won't get rewarded for that, he adds some eyelash bats for flair. ]
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but then again, he seems to take that into consideration.]
...while that is quite impressive for you, you damn well better remember my name. [which is partially said because, hello? and also because miles still gets a little ruffled considering he's worked very hard to make a name for himself. the fluttering of gojou's eyelashes doesn't entirely help either, though he'll admit it's kind of funny. sort of. slightly. kind of stupidly attractive, but useless.]
You can have one when you come back. [that's not a goodbye kiss, but okay. sure.]
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Useless is the biggest descriptor of this man, Gojou Satoru, and he stays silent as he peers at Mister Miles Edgeworth with bright eyes. His index finger taps against a surface, evenly to no rhythm. The taps slow to a stop, ending with a burst of laughter. Miles... is so funny? All the time. So funny? ]
You can't take that back, just so you knoooow!
[ Gojou isn't a thief, so he doesn't steal one (however tempting it may be). Instead, he rests his head against Miles' like a cat bumping its head against a favorite person. ]
Try not to get too lonely here. [ Even if. Miles is used to being on his own. ] I'll be back before you know it.
[ Gojou annoyingly nuzzles and lingers despite saying he's going to leave. Maybe Miles should kick him out. ]
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he wills himself to continue staring at gojou instead of looking to where his finger's drawing attention, and despite the fact he was watching so closely he does jump slightly at the laughter. what the absolute fuck is wrong with this man at all times!!]
Now really, have you ever known me to go back on what I've said? [it's happened, like, a few times, so this is a shitty argument but he's immediately derailed by gojou's attempts at being an overgrown cat. please ignore the fact that he's a little flustered and allows this for...oh...ten seconds before he's trying to push him in the face.]
You're quite hard to miss when you refuse to leave, you realize.
[that's not quite the diss you think it is, miles, but alright.]
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Gojou is abnormal and that is what's wrong with him. His eyes kind of widen as his lips curl into a knowing smile because. Yes. People take things back all the time and Miles isn't impervious. He can't voice this because a hand is in his face.
An annoying heeeeeeeeey leaks past fingers as his sunglasses ride up his face. For Miles' sake, Gojou does not bite. ]
Okay, okay! I'll go.
[ Sluggishly, he peels himself off and fetches his cellphone. With some taps, zip he's gone, but he does return after some time...At some Witching Hour, most unfortunate. Wherever Miles is in his penthouse, sleeping or awake, he may feel something like a box gently rested on his person.
It does mean it's balanced atop his head if Miles' standing or sitting. ]
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it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
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If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
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