#noizyruffrabbit

[aoisukurappu]

noizyruffrabbit said: "…."

Shit. "...."

[crystalclearsan]

((picks the weirdest one on there)) "I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…"

"Hey I worked hard on this wrapped present costume. Plus it shows off your legs, which are actually quite nice..."

[crystalclearsan]

repeating the formula of their affections, its far too complicated,

no one can duplicate it.

Cause she and he are quiet the pair you see and they're probably

in 

love))

[crystalclearsan]

Clear had gotten in the habit of waking up an hour before Noiz. At first they hadn't slept in the same bed, they were both too awkward and Clear agreed to 'sleep' (lie in wait) on the couch. But after a couple of weeks, Clear found himself slipping into Noiz's bed in the middle of the night and not necessarily sleeping, but indulging in his partners presence. And soon after he began sleeping with Noiz as if they always had.

This morning, the hour before he woke up, the normal steady and calm breathing of Noiz was a bit of a wheeze. He panicked right away, eyes shooting open as he peered at the sleeping Noiz... He looked okay but then again so did his grandfather. He rested a hand on the other man's chest, his chest lightly shuddering with each breath. And the panic continued. He would not remove his eyes from him until he woke up. 

He drew his hand up to run softly through the others hair, drinking in his features and trying not to wake him up. He liked Noiz to wake up by himself.

[4o8a]

noizyruffrabbit said: (*smooshes your cheeks* ouo cute!) crystalclearsan said: s TILL AS CUTE AS THEY WERE YESTERDAY UVU!!!!! carnuficina said: RE GA L I S MEGA CUTE S ND H ELp LOUD YELLING NO NO NO NNO))

[crystalclearsan]

Clear had been unusually quiet all day. Thinking. Over thinking. It seemed like he was avoiding Noiz at first but really he was just getting his thoughts together. This was a big choice, not one so easily decided. This was heavily based on trust. Did he trust Noiz? Of course. Was he worried about what Noiz's reaction would be? Yes. But he couldn't keep this hidden forever.

After they ate that evening, Clear washed up their dishes and took a seat next to Noiz as he fiddled on his coil.

"Ah- N-Noiz.." he hadn't stuttered in front of the other man for a while now. "Can I uh.. talk to you about something?" his voice was low and clearly worried. He wouldn't meet Noiz's eyes.

[crystalclearsan]

noizyruffrabbit replied to your post:Clear’s favorite thing about Noiz is his eyes. He...

((IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING AND I’M INDULGING ON THE SWEETEST STUFF EVER-I’M GONNA))

(( SAM E I GOT DIABETES WRITING THAT))

[crystalclearsan]

Clear's favorite thing about Noiz is his eyes. He can find the smallest sparks of emotion in them, even when he tries his very hardest to hide it. He would peer at him through the lenses of his mask and smile to himself, hiding the infatuated expression behind the hard black plastic. But Noiz would always take the mask from his face and sneer and pout at him. Clear liked when he did that as well.

When Noiz sat on the computer or fiddled with his allmates, Clear would always watch and ask questions. Noiz would always respond. Their communication hadn't changed much, but there was a certain air of trust and closeness around them when they were together. 

Clear almost didn't want to leave his house ever. He was happy staying there and cleaning up, organizing the cords on the ground so they were less likely to stumble and fall over them, dusting around and cleaning up the odd scrap of trash he found in the house. 

He also had become oddly attached to making Noiz's food. He didn't like knowing Noiz was just eating the same food, so one day he went out and bought a bunch of ingredients and whipped him up something he hoped he would enjoy. Much to his delight he was correct. 

And once in a while, Noiz would take off his hat and let Clear run his hands through his short, feathery hair. And he fell more and more in love with each and every part of him every day.

But he knew one day he would have to leave.

"Do you ever tire of me?" he sounded like he was thinking outloud to himself but really, he was concerned.