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(casual text rp/ask blog for Kurama from YYH)

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

In Modern Witcher AU, Geralt still uses a Nokia phone because he “just bought it” by his time standards and it survives The Path.

This distresses Jaskier who gets a new phone every year like clock work.

@0dde11eth

[everything-but-the-not-natural]

Eskel who also has a Nokia phone but only because of how easily new phone break.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

I’m convinced Witchers all still have their Nokia phone. One of them was like “guys this thing is indestructible!” So they all got one and never upgrade

[jacob-lovelace]

What about the Nokia with the bendable screen?

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Nope. This one specifically.

And they’ve been using this baby for 2 decades and some change.

[jacob-lovelace]

Do you think Geralt has gotten really good at snake?

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Absolutely.

Geralt is this guy, but with snake.

The 11 year old is Ciri

[kurama-says]

[mun PSA: moving this ask/rp blog to here: https://askurama.tumblr.com/ for any interested parties :3 ]

[askthewarrioroflove]

@kurama-says

No way! I’m the one who invited you and that means I’m the one who’s paying!

[He might not make much as a teacher, and he might have a tendency to spend the money he does make on unnecessary (but adorable) luxuries for his foster kitties, but he isn’t exactly struggling either. Besides, someone with his psychic abilities can always make a little extra cash when he needs it. Kuwabara never charges for taking care of a restless spirit or doing a supernatural good deed, but plenty of people insist on paying him anyway. And there’s always the pachinko table for emergencies.]

You can pick up the tab next time, ok?

[Subtle, Kuwabara. Real subtle.]

[kurama-says]

I’m the one who owed you a drink, aren’t I? The least I can do is hold up my end. [Kurama asserts this reasonably, only blinking owlishly at Kuwabara, at the insinuation of a ‘next time’.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Oh yeah! [He considers this new complication for a moment before beaming triumphantly.] You can pay for the drinks and I’ll pay for the food!

[And he notices that Kurama is surprised by the idea of a ‘next time’, but he doesn’t comment on it. He isn’t as stupid as he looks. He knows that drawing attention to his reaction would only embarrass Kurama and he’s trying to make the guy feel comfortable.]

Unless you’ve got a better plan? You are the smart one.

[kurama-says]

The ‘smart’ plan is I pay for all of it. Simple, elegant; solved.

[Kurama insists, dryly.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Yeah, but like I said, you’re the smart one. I’m stupid, so I’m gonna keep trying to pay.

[The waitress arrives with the rest of their food before he can say anything else and, once the plates are set down on the bar, Kuwabara shuffles them around to make sure that Kurama’s favourites are closest to him without even thinking about it.]

So, you said you got a job in this world? Is it anything fun?

[He’s asking partially out of genuine curiosity and partly because Kurama would never ask for help, so he has to be on the look out for chances to help.]

[kurama-says]

@askthewarrioroflove

‘Trying’ being the keyword, but I do admire your tenacity. [Surreptitiously, Kurama slips his corporate silver card to the waitress while Kuwabara is moving the dishes around. He puts a finger to his lips at her blink, and she nods, quickly disappearing to the register. It’s silently understood she’ll put everything on his card, no matter what else they might end up ordering. This is easier than attempting to out-maneuver Kuwabara to his face, at least. The mention of his job makes Kurama refocus back on his refilled water. He watches the ice melt, chinking quietly against the glass as it does. He doesn’t reach for any of the newly-arrived food, yet.] Not particularly. [Kurama settles on, glibly, at last.] But it pays the bills.

[theghostnugget]

Hiei: You think you’re so much better than me because you actually pay for the things you want. There’s no ethical consumption under late-stage capitalism, you’re licking the boots of mega-corporations that don’t give a solitary fuck about you!

Kuwabara and Yusuke: *baffled stares*

Kurama: I probably shouldn’t have taught him how to use the internet… He’s not wrong, though

Hiei: Eat the rich!

Yusuke: You know what… you’ve won me over. I’m gonna start stealing shit

Kuwabara: Urameshi no!

Yusuke: Urameshi yes

[kurama-says]

Nothing wrong with stealing, in my opinion.

[askthewarrioroflove]

@kurama-says

No way! I’m the one who invited you and that means I’m the one who’s paying!

[He might not make much as a teacher, and he might have a tendency to spend the money he does make on unnecessary (but adorable) luxuries for his foster kitties, but he isn’t exactly struggling either. Besides, someone with his psychic abilities can always make a little extra cash when he needs it. Kuwabara never charges for taking care of a restless spirit or doing a supernatural good deed, but plenty of people insist on paying him anyway. And there’s always the pachinko table for emergencies.]

You can pick up the tab next time, ok?

[Subtle, Kuwabara. Real subtle.]

[kurama-says]

I’m the one who owed you a drink, aren’t I? The least I can do is hold up my end. [Kurama asserts this reasonably, only blinking owlishly at Kuwabara, at the insinuation of a ‘next time’.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Oh yeah! [He considers this new complication for a moment before beaming triumphantly.] You can pay for the drinks and I’ll pay for the food!

[And he notices that Kurama is surprised by the idea of a ‘next time’, but he doesn’t comment on it. He isn’t as stupid as he looks. He knows that drawing attention to his reaction would only embarrass Kurama and he’s trying to make the guy feel comfortable.]

Unless you’ve got a better plan? You are the smart one.

[kurama-says]

The ‘smart’ plan is I pay for all of it. Simple, elegant; solved.

[Kurama insists, dryly.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

@kurama-says

No way! I’m the one who invited you and that means I’m the one who’s paying!

[He might not make much as a teacher, and he might have a tendency to spend the money he does make on unnecessary (but adorable) luxuries for his foster kitties, but he isn’t exactly struggling either. Besides, someone with his psychic abilities can always make a little extra cash when he needs it. Kuwabara never charges for taking care of a restless spirit or doing a supernatural good deed, but plenty of people insist on paying him anyway. And there’s always the pachinko table for emergencies.]

You can pick up the tab next time, ok?

[Subtle, Kuwabara. Real subtle.]

[kurama-says]

I’m the one who owed you a drink, aren’t I? The least I can do is hold up my end. [Kurama asserts this reasonably, only blinking owlishly at Kuwabara, at the insinuation of a ‘next time’.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Two years?! [The words come out in an undignified squeak, his eyes widening in horror.] You’ve been here for two years?

[It’s a heart breaking revelation and Kuwabara, wearing his heart on his sleeve as usual, can’t conceal his distress.

He can’t even begin to imagine pain like that. He can, however, imagine how Kurama’s friends are dealing with his disappearance. If they’re anything like the Team Urameshi of this world, they’ll be fighting to get him back. What the hell is taking them so long?

Wait, what if they can’t get him back?

Or what if there’s no Team Urameshi left?

What the hell do you say to a guy who’s lost his whole damn world?]

You don’t have to tell me anything. [The tension in his shoulders says plenty.] But there’s no way we’re waiting another two years to hang out again.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama takes in the shock mutely, as Kuwabara reacts. There’s an ache at how like Kuwabara Kuwabara’s reaction is - inane for what it is, if accurate. He turns back to his water when it becomes too much, staring into it before taking a sip. He half-smiles to himself at Kuwabara’s response, closing his eyes in thought. Setting the cup down on its coaster, neatly, Kurama finally says something.]

Two years, to forge an identity and a resume, so I could land a proper job to support myself without infringing on anyone connected to the ‘me’ that exists here. [Kurama clarifies needlessly, absently wiping off a spot of liquid from the smooth, polished wood of the bar counter.]

It’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have any expectations. I’m the outlier here. You’re not obligated to give me anything, much less your precious time. [Kurama adds; soft, resolute and genuine.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Nice try, Kurama, but there’s no way I’m leaving you on your own now I know you’re here.

[If he’s lost what Kuwabara suspects he’s lost, it’s the least he can do. It definitely isn’t enough.]

It’s not obligation. It’s friendship. [He picks up his beer to take a sip, largely to give himself something to do with his hands before he does something stupid like hugging him. Again.] I know I’m not your Kuwabara, but if you’re willing give me a shot, I’d really like to be your friend.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama hums, at that, lifting his glass for another sip and deigning to dryly side-eye Kuwabara back, for that comment.]

If you say so. You’re certainly stubborn enough that it wouldn’t be worth arguing over.

[He’s interrupted from saying more by his food arriving; a few croquettes and tamagoyaki. Kurama smiles warmly as he gives his thanks to the waitress, requesting a refill on his ice water.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh. [He gives Kurama an easy smile and, just as easily, leans forward and steals one of his croquettes, even though his takoyaki have just arrived.] Almost as stubborn as you.

I’m not gonna give up that easily. That’s not the Kuwabara way!

[kurama-says]

Sounds familiar. Maybe I should be regretting my decision to reach out to any of you, if I’m only going to suffer for it.

[It’s said with a straight face, even as Kurama then nabs one of Kuwabara’s takoyaki with his chopsticks, popping it in his own mouth before there can be a single thing done about it.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[That statement is kind of ominous but, since it’s paired with the act of shamelessly stealing one of his takoyaki, Kuwabara just grins in relief. He’s messing around with him. Kurama is actually messing around with him. This is all going to work out!]

I was gonna let you keep all of your tamagotaki, but if this is gonna turn into a fight, I won’t hold back.

[His threat, such as it is, would probably be much more effective if he wasn’t beaming at his companion as he said it.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama sniffs, a bit haughty, at that. He surreptitiously slides his plate away from Kuwabara, giving him a warning look out of the corner of one, green eye. There’s the barest twinkle of mischief in it, though.]

Order your own, if you want it so much.

[askthewarrioroflove]

No way! [Kuwabara likes to think he knows the Kurama of his own world pretty well. As well as anyone can know the enigmatic fox, anyway. They don’t spend as much time together now as they did when they were teenagers - training for the Dark Tournament, studying for high school entrance exams, bonding over the difficulties of balancing a human life with a supernatural world - but, despite that, he’d still call them close. Close enough that he doesn’t have any trouble recognising or responding to the glimmer of mischief in this Kurama’s bright green eyes. He snatches another croquet and takes a bite, continuing with his mouth full.] Yours taste better.

[He orders another beer, though, as well as portion of chicken wings and some vegetable skewers for them to share more officially.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama sighs, accepting his fate; in this, at least. He quietly catches the attention of the waitress before she leaves.] Yes, I seem to have underestimated my companion’s appetite. Could we get more croquettes and tamagoyaki, as well, please? [It’s only once she’s out of earshot that he levels a long-suffering look on Kuwabara. There’s no real irritation, though, as he brings his water glass up for another sip.] It’s my treat, isn’t it? Eat whatever you like, then.

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Two years?! [The words come out in an undignified squeak, his eyes widening in horror.] You’ve been here for two years?

[It’s a heart breaking revelation and Kuwabara, wearing his heart on his sleeve as usual, can’t conceal his distress.

He can’t even begin to imagine pain like that. He can, however, imagine how Kurama’s friends are dealing with his disappearance. If they’re anything like the Team Urameshi of this world, they’ll be fighting to get him back. What the hell is taking them so long?

Wait, what if they can’t get him back?

Or what if there’s no Team Urameshi left?

What the hell do you say to a guy who’s lost his whole damn world?]

You don’t have to tell me anything. [The tension in his shoulders says plenty.] But there’s no way we’re waiting another two years to hang out again.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama takes in the shock mutely, as Kuwabara reacts. There’s an ache at how like Kuwabara Kuwabara’s reaction is - inane for what it is, if accurate. He turns back to his water when it becomes too much, staring into it before taking a sip. He half-smiles to himself at Kuwabara’s response, closing his eyes in thought. Setting the cup down on its coaster, neatly, Kurama finally says something.]

Two years, to forge an identity and a resume, so I could land a proper job to support myself without infringing on anyone connected to the ‘me’ that exists here. [Kurama clarifies needlessly, absently wiping off a spot of liquid from the smooth, polished wood of the bar counter.]

It’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have any expectations. I’m the outlier here. You’re not obligated to give me anything, much less your precious time. [Kurama adds; soft, resolute and genuine.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Nice try, Kurama, but there’s no way I’m leaving you on your own now I know you’re here.

[If he’s lost what Kuwabara suspects he’s lost, it’s the least he can do. It definitely isn’t enough.]

It’s not obligation. It’s friendship. [He picks up his beer to take a sip, largely to give himself something to do with his hands before he does something stupid like hugging him. Again.] I know I’m not your Kuwabara, but if you’re willing give me a shot, I’d really like to be your friend.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama hums, at that, lifting his glass for another sip and deigning to dryly side-eye Kuwabara back, for that comment.]

If you say so. You’re certainly stubborn enough that it wouldn’t be worth arguing over.

[He’s interrupted from saying more by his food arriving; a few croquettes and tamagoyaki. Kurama smiles warmly as he gives his thanks to the waitress, requesting a refill on his ice water.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh. [He gives Kurama an easy smile and, just as easily, leans forward and steals one of his croquettes, even though his takoyaki have just arrived.] Almost as stubborn as you.

I’m not gonna give up that easily. That’s not the Kuwabara way!

[kurama-says]

Sounds familiar. Maybe I should be regretting my decision to reach out to any of you, if I’m only going to suffer for it.

[It’s said with a straight face, even as Kurama then nabs one of Kuwabara’s takoyaki with his chopsticks, popping it in his own mouth before there can be a single thing done about it.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[That statement is kind of ominous but, since it’s paired with the act of shamelessly stealing one of his takoyaki, Kuwabara just grins in relief. He’s messing around with him. Kurama is actually messing around with him. This is all going to work out!]

I was gonna let you keep all of your tamagotaki, but if this is gonna turn into a fight, I won’t hold back.

[His threat, such as it is, would probably be much more effective if he wasn’t beaming at his companion as he said it.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama sniffs, a bit haughty, at that. He surreptitiously slides his plate away from Kuwabara, giving him a warning look out of the corner of one, green eye. There’s the barest twinkle of mischief in it, though.]

Order your own, if you want it so much.

[ask-youkokurama]

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[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Two years?! [The words come out in an undignified squeak, his eyes widening in horror.] You’ve been here for two years?

[It’s a heart breaking revelation and Kuwabara, wearing his heart on his sleeve as usual, can’t conceal his distress.

He can’t even begin to imagine pain like that. He can, however, imagine how Kurama’s friends are dealing with his disappearance. If they’re anything like the Team Urameshi of this world, they’ll be fighting to get him back. What the hell is taking them so long?

Wait, what if they can’t get him back?

Or what if there’s no Team Urameshi left?

What the hell do you say to a guy who’s lost his whole damn world?]

You don’t have to tell me anything. [The tension in his shoulders says plenty.] But there’s no way we’re waiting another two years to hang out again.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama takes in the shock mutely, as Kuwabara reacts. There’s an ache at how like Kuwabara Kuwabara’s reaction is - inane for what it is, if accurate. He turns back to his water when it becomes too much, staring into it before taking a sip. He half-smiles to himself at Kuwabara’s response, closing his eyes in thought. Setting the cup down on its coaster, neatly, Kurama finally says something.]

Two years, to forge an identity and a resume, so I could land a proper job to support myself without infringing on anyone connected to the ‘me’ that exists here. [Kurama clarifies needlessly, absently wiping off a spot of liquid from the smooth, polished wood of the bar counter.]

It’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have any expectations. I’m the outlier here. You’re not obligated to give me anything, much less your precious time. [Kurama adds; soft, resolute and genuine.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Nice try, Kurama, but there’s no way I’m leaving you on your own now I know you’re here.

[If he’s lost what Kuwabara suspects he’s lost, it’s the least he can do. It definitely isn’t enough.]

It’s not obligation. It’s friendship. [He picks up his beer to take a sip, largely to give himself something to do with his hands before he does something stupid like hugging him. Again.] I know I’m not your Kuwabara, but if you’re willing give me a shot, I’d really like to be your friend.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama hums, at that, lifting his glass for another sip and deigning to dryly side-eye Kuwabara back, for that comment.]

If you say so. You’re certainly stubborn enough that it wouldn’t be worth arguing over.

[He’s interrupted from saying more by his food arriving; a few croquettes and tamagoyaki. Kurama smiles warmly as he gives his thanks to the waitress, requesting a refill on his ice water.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh. [He gives Kurama an easy smile and, just as easily, leans forward and steals one of his croquettes, even though his takoyaki have just arrived.] Almost as stubborn as you.

I’m not gonna give up that easily. That’s not the Kuwabara way!

[kurama-says]

Sounds familiar. Maybe I should be regretting my decision to reach out to any of you, if I’m only going to suffer for it.

[It’s said with a straight face, even as Kurama then nabs one of Kuwabara’s takoyaki with his chopsticks, popping it in his own mouth before there can be a single thing done about it.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Two years?! [The words come out in an undignified squeak, his eyes widening in horror.] You’ve been here for two years?

[It’s a heart breaking revelation and Kuwabara, wearing his heart on his sleeve as usual, can’t conceal his distress.

He can’t even begin to imagine pain like that. He can, however, imagine how Kurama’s friends are dealing with his disappearance. If they’re anything like the Team Urameshi of this world, they’ll be fighting to get him back. What the hell is taking them so long?

Wait, what if they can’t get him back?

Or what if there’s no Team Urameshi left?

What the hell do you say to a guy who’s lost his whole damn world?]

You don’t have to tell me anything. [The tension in his shoulders says plenty.] But there’s no way we’re waiting another two years to hang out again.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama takes in the shock mutely, as Kuwabara reacts. There’s an ache at how like Kuwabara Kuwabara’s reaction is - inane for what it is, if accurate. He turns back to his water when it becomes too much, staring into it before taking a sip. He half-smiles to himself at Kuwabara’s response, closing his eyes in thought. Setting the cup down on its coaster, neatly, Kurama finally says something.]

Two years, to forge an identity and a resume, so I could land a proper job to support myself without infringing on anyone connected to the ‘me’ that exists here. [Kurama clarifies needlessly, absently wiping off a spot of liquid from the smooth, polished wood of the bar counter.]

It’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have any expectations. I’m the outlier here. You’re not obligated to give me anything, much less your precious time. [Kurama adds; soft, resolute and genuine.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Nice try, Kurama, but there’s no way I’m leaving you on your own now I know you’re here.

[If he’s lost what Kuwabara suspects he’s lost, it’s the least he can do. It definitely isn’t enough.]

It’s not obligation. It’s friendship. [He picks up his beer to take a sip, largely to give himself something to do with his hands before he does something stupid like hugging him. Again.] I know I’m not your Kuwabara, but if you’re willing give me a shot, I’d really like to be your friend.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama hums, at that, lifting his glass for another sip and deigning to dryly side-eye Kuwabara back, for that comment.]

If you say so. You’re certainly stubborn enough that it wouldn’t be worth arguing over.

[He’s interrupted from saying more by his food arriving; a few croquettes and tamagoyaki. Kurama smiles warmly as he gives his thanks to the waitress, requesting a refill on his ice water.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Two years?! [The words come out in an undignified squeak, his eyes widening in horror.] You’ve been here for two years?

[It’s a heart breaking revelation and Kuwabara, wearing his heart on his sleeve as usual, can’t conceal his distress.

He can’t even begin to imagine pain like that. He can, however, imagine how Kurama’s friends are dealing with his disappearance. If they’re anything like the Team Urameshi of this world, they’ll be fighting to get him back. What the hell is taking them so long?

Wait, what if they can’t get him back?

Or what if there’s no Team Urameshi left?

What the hell do you say to a guy who’s lost his whole damn world?]

You don’t have to tell me anything. [The tension in his shoulders says plenty.] But there’s no way we’re waiting another two years to hang out again.

[kurama-says]

[Kurama takes in the shock mutely, as Kuwabara reacts. There’s an ache at how like Kuwabara Kuwabara’s reaction is - inane for what it is, if accurate. He turns back to his water when it becomes too much, staring into it before taking a sip. He half-smiles to himself at Kuwabara’s response, closing his eyes in thought. Setting the cup down on its coaster, neatly, Kurama finally says something.]

Two years, to forge an identity and a resume, so I could land a proper job to support myself without infringing on anyone connected to the ‘me’ that exists here. [Kurama clarifies needlessly, absently wiping off a spot of liquid from the smooth, polished wood of the bar counter.]

It’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have any expectations. I’m the outlier here. You’re not obligated to give me anything, much less your precious time. [Kurama adds; soft, resolute and genuine.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[He grins at the compliment. (At least, he thinks it’s a compliment.) He doesn’t exactly get a lot of opportunities to stand people up, but Kuwabara is fairly certainly that wouldn’t if he did.]

Guess I just didn’t want to give you time to change your mind. I mean, I’m a Kuwabara, but I’m not your Kuwabara, you know? I wasn’t gonna let you have second thoughts about hanging out with me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, giving Kurama a sideways look.]

Speaking of … do the guys in your world know you’re going for drinks in some freaky parallel universe? Aren’t they worried?

[He has to ask. Because he is definitely worried. He doesn’t know why Kurama ended up here, but he does know that if any of his friends started act like they were in a science fiction movie, he wouldn’t just let them go without a fight.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama looks into his glass of water as Kuwabara talks, the ice clinking gently together as he swirls it, a bit. The mention of ‘his’ Kuwabara makes his shoulders go instantly taut, and Kurama’s face freezes; his suit jacket long discarded on the half-back of the stool behind him, so the tension is obvious. Measuring what he’s about to say with great care, Kurama eventually turns his head to answer; still smiling gently, but his eyes are walled off.] I haven’t spoken to any of them, since coming here two years ago. [It’s true, at least.] I doubt there’s any way for me to get back, if what transported me here hasn’t recurred in the time I’ve been here. [Hopefully that will be enough to sate Kuwabara’s curiosity. It’s an understandable question, after all, but Kurama’s attempting a new start, here in this world. He’d prefer not to dwell on the past.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Heh, yeah, but a little rain won’t stop me.

[The slightly reserved smile isn’t exactly a surprise - Kurama always plays his cards pretty close to his chest, even with his friends - but Kuwabara’s own smile is unashamedly bright.]

You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?

[He hops onto the stool next to Kurama and, since he knows the menu to this place pretty well - not to mention a few of the waitstaff, who he greets with cheerful waves on his way to join Kurama - he doesn’t bother browsing before ordering a beer and his favourite takoyaki.]

[kurama-says]

Clearly not. I’m quite flattered at your rush to get here.

[The words are right, but there’s something missing in them that’d been there, before everything. A lightness, that only comes back rarely. Kurama pushes the thoughts down, smiling slightly as Kuwabara orders so easily. His own food should be coming, the request sent in a while ago.]

I’d like to think you’d never stand anyone up.

[Is what Kurama eventually says, like it’s the most obvious statement in the world.]

[earthcookies]

literally how this scene went

[askthewarrioroflove]

[Kurama ducks under the green awning and in through the door of the izakaya bar; the one in the general vicinity of the Kaiden Mall. He brushes a bit of rain from his head as he straightens, inside - it'd started to sprinkle, on his walk to the station - and casts a glance around. His appearance is that of any office worker, really: including a suit, tie, slacks and briefcase; even the slight bags under his eyes. The only differentiating factor is his red hair, pulled into a low ponytail.]

[Kuwabara is late. It’s not exactly his fault - he’s determined to be the sort of teacher he’d needed back when he was a deadbeat kid, and that means never turning his back on someone asking for help - but he still bursts through the door of the bar at a run, dripping wet after sprinting all the way from the middle school where he works.]

Hey, @kurama-says! [His relief is palpable as he hurries over, shaking raindrops off his coat and hair like a wet dog.] Sorry I’m late! I got stuck at work.

[He’s just glad that Kurama is still there. He’d been worried that, thanks to the delay, he might wind up thinking he’d stood him up or something. This whole multiple universe thing is pretty weird, even for a guy who has a sword that can cut through dimensions, after all. It would probably have put off a lot of people, but not Kazuma Kuwabara. Kazuma Kuwabara is made of sterner stuff. He can handle weird. And, at the end of the day, he’s still Kurama. He can always trust Kurama.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama’s head shoots up as Kuwabara bursts in the door, and he’s too shocked at the sight of his entrance to say anything, for a moment. In the interim, he’d quietly asked for a spot for two, and ordered some water while sitting where he could watch the door. During his staring, Kuwabara’s sidled up to Kurama’s spot at the bar. He gives a ghost of a smile - nonetheless warm for the faintness of it - and indicates the empty stool beside him.]

Oh... it’s fine. [Kurama takes in Kuwabara’s drenched state, and softens slightly, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand, the elbow of which is propped on the bar counter.] Seems it’s gotten worse out there?

[askthewarrioroflove]

Dare huh?? Alright. Dare you to send something dirty to the last person you called or texted

… what, you mean like a pair of old socks or something?

[Give him a second.]

Oh, man! You internet people have one track minds. You mean you want me to ...

[This is what despair looks like.]

I guess I should be glad I don’t text a lot of people.

[Despaaaaaair.]

Looks like you’ve drawn the short straw, @kurama-says.

[Wait! Halfway to the metaphorical gallows, he has a brilliant idea, Triumphantly, he texts Kurama a picture of the dirty dishes in his kitchen sink and spares them both.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama checks his phone at the notification buzz in his back pocket, blinking that it’s something from Kuwabara. He stares at the photo - lacking any context or words, at all - wondering quite succinctly what this is all about. So, he texts back.]

I think they’re starting to grow mold. You might want to address that.

[askthewarrioroflove]

They are?! Yuck.

Good job I didn’t have to text Shizuru. She’d kick my ass for that.

[kurama-says]

With the way it seems to be advancing, you might attract more than just her ire. Cockroaches do love moist, warm places full of food, you know.

[askthewarrioroflove]

Oh, ok, I get it! I’ll clean up!

My apartment isn’t usually this messy, you know. It’s just been a busy week.

[Although Kuwabara is a bit depressed that Kurama must think he’s some kind of disgusting slob now, he’s still fairly certain that the whole dare thing could have gone a hell of a lot worse.]

[kurama-says]

[Reflecting a bit, Kurama realizes something he hadn’t noticed, at first, as he reads back over their conversation.]

...wait. ‘Have to’ text? Who’s making you text things?

[askthewarrioroflove]

It’s just a dumb game. Someone dared me to send something dirty to the last thing person I’d texted.

Lucky for you, I found a loophole.

[He’s really proud of himself, too.]

[kurama-says]

[Kurama blinks at his phone, nonplussed. He hadn’t had time to check the website, this morning, but he figures it must be something like that. It’s... a little disheartening, actually. To think Kuwabara had only texted him, this morning, on a dare.]

Ah, yes; I see. Loopholes can be quite liberating. Good for you.

[Kurama means it, too. Kuwabara’s smarter than most people give him credit for.]

[askthewarrioroflove]

Looks like the weird internet people are no match for Kazuma Kuwabara!

But hey, now I’ve got you … you still owe me a drink, remember?

[kurama-says]

[Kurama huffs to himself, at that, but he’s tapping out a response before he can think too much on it.]

In the middle of the day? Kuwabara-kun, I thought you had standards.

[askthewarrioroflove]

I meant after work! Who knew you were such a bad influence, Kurama? 😁

[Oddly enough, his grin as he sends the text is almost exactly the same as that emoji.]

[kurama-says]

[The emoji gives Kurama pause, stilling, and he sighs a little to himself. He almost puts his phone back in his pocket without replying, but that would be rude. His mother - his real one, not the one that belongs to the Kurama from this universe - would have wanted him to be proper; polite. The least he can do is honor her memory.]

After work is much more responsible of you. Where would you prefer?

[askthewarrioroflove]

You know the izakaya by Kaidan Mall? The one with the green awning? How about I see you there at 6?

[kurama-says]

I do, that’s fine. I may be a little late, given rush hour commuter traffic on the trains.