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[ Idiots.... He snickers when he's swatted away, retracting back to just huddling and petting Maus. At least puppy likes it when he massaging his cheeks? Maybe Miles will enjoy it one day (he won't and he shouldn't). ]

Surprise, surprise! I have to write my own reports for my missions.

[ Does... Does that really change anything? No. It's still difficult to imagine since Gojou does find it trivial, but he does it because he understands the importance. When Miles tries to appraise this as an attempt, Gojou's arm stays hooked on for the lift. ]

This? You can actually shake me off and you're basically letting me do this.

[ Mentally points fingers at him. While that sounds nice, that also leaves so much to the imagination. If Gojou doesn't consider this keeping Miles away, then it must be something more drastic and immobilizing. ]

[puppy does in fact enjoy that because miles does that to puppy a lot. miles will never enjoy it, please to not massaging his cheeks. nevertheless, he hums as a noise of acknowledgment because fine, fair, that actually does make sense but it also doesn't change the part that it's hardly something gojou enjoys.

no, instead his focus is on the other matter at hand. it's true that he can shake him off he he wanted (and he does not feel like assessing why he hasn't just yet) but it doesn't change that this is really implying gojou has something else in mind.]

Cursing me also doesn't count. [HE REMEMBERS THE CONVERSATION FROM LAST TIME? what else is he supposed to think here.]

[ Gojou really does have plenty of things in mind... But the old promise creeping up hits him in a way that has him heartily laughing. Loudly. Straight from his stomach. Miles still remembers?? Sorry, Maus, if this startles you with how abrupt this is. He leans against Miles more as he cackles like a hyena. It isn't even a joke, considering Gojou was serious about cursing Miles a little.

Maybe, like, making him sneeze once. Ideally, during some important presentation. That was a gamble Gojou considered. ]

You remember!!! Haaaaaaa—[ He squeezes his arm more in his fit. ] Don't worry, don't worry. I'm your curse.

[ It makes more sense that way and it means Gojou didn't break his one-sided promise. ]

[maus jerks in surprise and barks once, jumping off of the couch and effectively leaving this thread so I can stop rping a dog. miles, meanwhile, can't leave and finds himself with an sidefull of hyena. my god. what the hell.]

Of course I remembered. You aren't exactly the easiest person to forget. [and before gojou can commentate on that: ] And you aren't the worst curse to have.

[which could maybe be a compliment until one remembers he had to deal with mahito for like six weeks. ]

[ goodbye, maus... at least you're not rping a door. With the dog gone, Gojou takes up most of the sofa now, sprawled and still pressed against Miles as he's having his snickering outburst. If Miles never had a cat, he kind of has one now. ]

I am one of your favorites. [ Yes, he has a COMMENT about being memorable. ] Either way, I will keep my word in making sure you take your breaks.

[ He stares at him in his weird position before he returns to sitting upright again, still hooking their arms, but now scanning... Scanning... Estimating. ]

You're a bit broad, but I can still carry you.

[no...no door. but with the dog gone miles now has a large, overgrown cat and he does nothing to shove him off even if he's glaring mildly.]

Do you have to say it like that? [stop perceiving!!! but now gojou's examining him and he continues to stare at him uncertainly.]

And you absolutely could not. That is not a challenge. Where would you even go after that?

[ He can’t not perceive something right in front of him!!! ]

The truth is the truth unless you moved me off the list.

[ Which he’s confident that Miles hasn’t. Also, why is Miles looking at him like that? Is he nervous? It’s not like Gojou is going to sneak carry him now... The aftermath would be disastrous and the tea doesn’t deserve such a scene. ]

Whoooo knoooooooows. If you behave, you won’t need to deal with that or wonder. Easy, right?

[ EASY, RIGHT? ]

Bold of you to assume the list still exists. [given that gojou still has his arm, it surely does. he's mildly nervous and also really sitting here going "what is this man doing."]

Easy for you, perhaps. [hm.] Are you considering this a break right now?

[ At this point, the arm is also his. That’s what he has been doing—making claims of furniture, apartments, and limbs. He does tilt his head at that question.

Huh. ]

Is being a good host work? [ Addendum: ] Are you being a good host?

[ Where is his warm welcome? His tour of the penthouse? Miles was so huffy at the gate! ]

Am I? [oh my god why is that actually a question, now he's actually having to think about this? then again up until about twenty minutes ago he had no intentions of hosting anyone for at least, like, a few years.]

I don't suppose it's work, but considering you're drinking tea that I prepared you while you're lounging on my furniture and holding me captive, I would say I'm being an exceptional host.

[normally he wouldn't even ask this, but sure. let's play along. give him a moment to lean in just a little to make eye contact again.]

Unless you have complaints?

[ His eyebrows arch as he watches Miles deeply rubric his hosting performance despite the nature of this situation. How could anyone prepare for an impromptu visit...? And yet Miles somehow finds a way. He finds a way to say I'm #1 and Gojou lets out a laugh.

The lean doesn't make Gojou pull back or recoil. Instead, he inches closer where their noses are only a couple of centimeters apart. That grey color is nice! ]

I have suggestions.

[likewise, when gojou leans in to meet the same distance miles doesn't pull back either. pulling back would be admitting defeat, and he's not about that life? nope. this is just where they are now.]

Such as?

[ He straightens up a bit to get some inches over Miles, wondering if this would intimidate him at all? Probably not, but curious and all. ]

Maybe show me around your place? Or take me out to your favorite places?

[ He shrugs with one shoulder. ]

I can also take a "I miss you" and leave you peacefully to do your work.

[it doesn't, but it does make him lean back a little to look at him quietly.]

...I'm afraid there isn't much to look at, but I could at least show you to your room if you'd like. [he glances behind him somewhere.] And Maus should be taken for a walk soon anyhow.

[how the hell did he get here and why is he agreeing so easily. work must not be that important.]

[ Gojou is pretty pleased by how this is going! Though he also wonders why Miles is just letting him... Do whatever, but it's kind of familiar. He unhooks their arms, then pinches Miles' nose once like he's a clown. ]

Sounds good! Later tonight I can pick up some luggage from home and get comfortable.

[ Yes, the earlier pitches were spontaneous, no plans whatsoever. He hops off the couch and stretches his arms over his head. ]

I've actually never visited another country before.

[his nose is honked like the clown he is, and he wrinkles his nose a little in distaste before he sits up a little taller.]

I'm interested to know how exactly you got here in the first place, especially if you can return to collect your things. [yeah, okay, sorcerer but?? miles is also getting off of the couch though and turns to walk out of the room, gesturing for gojou to follow. guest room first.]

You left early, right? Beau used her wish to connect our worlds with portals! I don't know what kind of magic this is, but it's connected to our weird phones.

[ Did you... Did you yeet that phone, Miles? It's ugly, so understandable. Gojou trails after and purposely bumps into him whenever he stops to show off the room. ]

I tested it out recently and hopped back and forth a bit.

[he doesn't confirm or deny if he left early, if only because it's a bit complicated to explain what it was he was doing. but that doesn't surprise him, actually, even if he looks a little perplexed.]

Given the nature of power, I suppose it was very easy to accomplish. [fucking uwu. he does have his phone, but it's somewhere where he doesn't pay much mind to it. the rest of the apartment, much like the main room, is pristine albeit empty. he jumps a little when gojou bumps into him, opening the door and gesturing to the inside.

it's similar to the room miles had back on the base, but smaller. there's a large bed dressed down in burgundy covers, solid wooden furniture and a window that looks out to the street. simple, but effective.]

...I thought you just said you've never been to another country before. [he's. not sure gojou's implying what he thinks he is, but hm.]

[ Gojou nods as he moves aside so he isn't directly behind Miles, peeking in to take a better look at the room. Yeah, reminds him of the station. He makes strides in, circling in the room like a cat would before they loaf, presses the mattress once for a sample, then returns to Miles. Suitable! ]

You really do like red despite being a purple guy before. [ Honestly, Gojou was surprised by that color choice back then, but not anymore. Miles does look good in variants of red. ] I went to other versions of Japan, so I wouldn't say that counts.

[ Or does it? Gojou took some comfortable trips where he can understand shit rather than hop into the world of danmei or dnd. Maybe he will try those later. ]

[goodbye cat...the mattress is very comfortable, the bedding is likely silk and the room, while dusted and cleaned, looks very unused. miles lets gojou make his circle around the room as he shrugs.]

You do know we didn't choose our own colors. And purple is a variant of red anyhow. [is it. but he thinks on that for a moment.]

...you went to visit Fushimi? [sure. go ahead and just bring that up.]

[ why do you have a guest room when you didn't consider guests for years and years to come ]

I'll just give you that.

[ Gojou agrees and not halfheartedly because he knows how colors work. Can't make purple without red... He beams when Miles mentions Omi! Just cause he likes the guy a lot and spending time with him is fun—good normal friend. ]

Oh, yeah! I watched one of his plays and we hung out a bit. Showed me around the dorm and let me sample some recipes he crafted, too. The weird thing is, I couldn't see any curses there? Even though the dorms sound kind of haunted. I guess it's fine... Still weird, but fine.

[ While he details how his short trip went, it doesn't escape him that Miles dragged this out for a reason. ]

Something on your mind?

[sometimes these things happen. he considers that for a moment, tilting his head as he listens. curses shouldn't exist outside of gojou's world so that's promising, to say the least.

also like hell he's going to explain why he asked, so there's a satisfactory nod at that.]

Nothing of importance. [he gestures to three other doors in the hallway.] Guest bathroom's across the hall from this room. My room is down the hall, and my office is at the end.

[there's another moment's pause before there's a soft whistle, and a short phrase in german spoken in a slightly higher tone. whatever it is, it immediately summons maus who's carrying a leash in his mouth, trotting as fast as his tiny pom legs can go.]

Shall we? [he was serious about that walk, apparently.] These isn't much in terms of walking distance, though there are a few places you ought to familiarize yourself with.

I want to tease and ask if you’re jealous, but you don’t seem the type.

[ If anything, Miles might just be extremely trained in how he presents himself to others, then also accepts events as experiences he can properly handle. Gojou can see that, he can picture it. Miles tolerates so much...

Anyway!! Maus! Is back! He scoops the little Pom and lifts him up like he’s simba. Then he properly puts the dog down so he can snap the leash onto his collar like a reasonable, responsible adult. ]

That’s fine with me! I’d rather know some than none? Being in... [ One moment as he tries to remember. ] Germany is pretty cool.

[ Here is your leash, dogfather. ]

Whatever would I be jealous for? You're the one who's courting me. [shut up, edgeworth. gojou continues to have a good read on him. he isn't the jealous type, though he is the type that would prefer attention on him if it's a situation that calls for it. otherwise, he's been trained to react to an astronomical number of events without batting an eye (ignoring some of the most ridiculous cases he's ever been a part of.)

maus wags his tail and wiggles in gojou's hands, but he sits primly and properly while he waits for his leash to be attached. miles takes the leash and turns without warning, heading back toward the front door with the assurance gojou's going to follow.]

It's a beautiful country. I studied here for most of my schooling after my father passed away. [it isn't the happiest of memories, but it is comfortable.] Not to mention it's incredibly different than Los Angeles. Though you would probably enjoy that as well.

[once they're outside, down and out the gate, there's a brief bump of his hand against gojou's to guide him before he begins to walk down the sidewalk. the neighborhood's nice, at least, with lots of similar apartments and trees, grass, etc. maus seems to know exactly where he's going so it's not like miles really has to pay attention.]

[ He squints, but nods anyway because Miles is right. Little by little, Gojou’s starting to see why some people find him obnoxious or difficult to deal with—through Miles. Only because they sometimes make similar statements with similar deliveries, just the tone and aura is different.

Wherever Miles goes, Gojou follows, and he even steals that hand that bumped into his. It’s confident in how he interlaces their fingers and swings their hands a little back and forth. ]

If you wanted to hold hands, you could have aaaasked.

[ stupid. Anyway, wow! Things are peaceful—no curses. Weird. ]

I’ll just have to trust you on that prediction since I’ve never been to the states, either. [ But yes he would fit in LA so well I don’t want to think about it. ] It is nice here... Reminds me I’d like to travel sometime! Wish my job allowed that.

[ Says Gojou... Here in Germany with Miles. He meant he wish his job regularly included traveling outside of Japan. ]

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