“Fiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.” - Shiburan
“Stop it. Can’t you see that staying away from you is torture for me too?” - Hawell
“Aren’t you at least a little ashamed of how blatantly you’re exploiting my feelings for you?” - Setsuyami
“You’re the only one I have opened up to like this.” - Fyostein
“Just when I think you couldn’t make me go even weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that. Do you want me to collapse? Maybe melt into a puddle too while I’m at it?” - Mushiango
“fiiiiine. i’ll do it. for you. just for you.” + shiburan
Shibusawa tapped his claws on the desk, watching Ranpo with only a mild curiosity.
He'd never fallen for seeing the detective as an idiot; he knew far better, after all. Especially so that there was nothing the jaws of his ability could do to them.
In some strange, roundabout way, they were untouchable.
In some stranger, twisted way, Shibusawa wanted to try.
Ranpo hummed, grabbing a candy from their shelf before less so jumping and moreso tossing themself up onto Shibusawa's desk. "I can't open this by myself." They whined, and Shibusawa rolled his eyes.
"You can open that."
Ranpo pouted, resting their hand on Shibusawa's, stopping the rhythmic movement which had kept his thoughts tidy and quiet. "Nope!"
Shibusawa made a hum, leaning closer. "Really."
Ranpo smirked. "Pleaase?"
He was hardly convinced, but there was something to their expression that made him extremely uneasy, so he didn't bother arguing any longer.
“Fiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.” He scowled, ripping it open and handing it over.
Their eyes had opened ever so slightly, as he used his claws, but...
He didn't let it linger, in his head.
"stop it. can't you see that staying away from you is torture for me too?" + hawell
"Stop it." Nathaniel scoffs, staring at Orwell with a gaze he fears is hatred. "Can't you see that stayng away from you is torture for me too?"
Nathaniel says it so bitterly that Orwell can't wrap his head around it, and he freezes where he is. "Uh...?"
Nathaniel grabs him by the wrist, gaze scanning the area before he shoves him against the wall.
It jars his brain, really-
Nathaniel... hopefully wouldn't kiss him so sweetly if he despised him.
"aren't you at least a little ashamed of how you're exploiting my feelings for you?" + setsuyami
Light shines through the windows as Setsugo throws the curtains open, grinning back at Yamizakura.
It's one of the few days Setsugo is home, but Yamizakura still groans as she emerges from the blankets and blinks away her tiredness. "Sugooo...." She scrunches up her face, which Setsugo giggles at and flops next to her, cupping her cheeks like one holds a hamburger.
"Yeah?" She replies, the fondness so obvious that it makes Yamizakura go red.
"...Aren't you at least a little ashamed of how you're exploiting my feelings for you?" Yamizakura mumbles, leaning into her touch. Setsugo giggles, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Nope!"
"you're the only one i have opened up to like this." + fyostein
"You're the only one I have opened up to like this," Steinbeck remarks, one evening as he and Fyodor are sitting up on his roof. The snow falls down, but it doesn't bother either of them.
It's not a new phrase, to Fyodor. Xe has heard such a thing over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.
But xe knows how to play a part, and so xe chuckles, lightly, to seem affectionate. "Oh?"
"I mean..." Steinbeck laughs, raising up a glass of grape juice he's made himself. "Really. Ya seem like you get it."
"Dangerous to say such things to a demon." Fyodor murmurs.
Steinbeck just laughs and scoots closer to xem. "Maybe that's part of the thrill."
This is what makes Steinbeck stand out, somewhat. Nathaniel was never proud of himself, Fukuchi only dealt with xem as neccesary, and Nikolai got close-
But not like that.
Fyodor turns and meets his gaze.
"You seek a very particular kind, John." Xe says to Steinbeck, who merely gives him an easy smile.
“just when i think you couldn’t make me go even weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that. do you want me to collapse? maybe melt into a puddle too while i’m at it?” + mushiango
Mushitaro, Ango's learned, is not a man who enjoys touching other people in any kind of extended manner. He'll occasionally do swooping, birdlike movements to straighten out Ango's hair, or pluck off his glasses to adjust them, or suchlike mannerisms...
But Ango doesn't mind, not really. Touch is terribly odd for him too, so, whatever.
He supposes... his strength, if any, could be in words.
However.
“Just when I think you couldn’t make me go even weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that. Do you want me to collapse? Maybe melt into a puddle too while I’m at it?” Mushitaro rapidly whines at him, and he feels his face flush.
"Don't be dramatic, Mushitaro." He chides, and Mushitaro gasps in faux-hurt.
"What other option is there, when you speak like that?" He grasps Ango's hand, pulling him closer. Ango blinks, raising an eyebrow, but holds his hand in return.
"I could think of several." He muses, deciding not to bring attention to it.
