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It’s kind of fun to do the impossibly dangerous.
Walt Knievel
Barnaby’s pensive gaze followed Kotetsu as he plopped down in his seat, eyes narrowing a bit when the other kicked his legs up on the desk; certainly not an unusual habit, compared to some of the other odd things Kotetsu concerned himself with doing, but nonetheless, it was more of the principal of the thing.
The mention of parties earned a skeptical little smile from the blond over the lip of his cup, and Barnaby slowly turned in his seat, arching a brow at his partner in interest at his words. “What kind of parties have you been showing up at?” He asked, taunting nature clear in his tone, though he clearly had defined “fun” far differently than Kotetsu’s intended meaning. “I knew you were a bit of a lech, Old Man, but still," he murmured against the lip of his drink.
"Well, fun ones, obviously," Kotetsu replied with a smirk and a twirl of his fingers. When the word 'lech' finally sunk in after Kotetsu needed a few heartbeats to decipher what the blond had mumbled under his breath he turned a bright a bright shade of red, almost falling off his chair as he struggled to sit up straight and point the finger he had just twirled at the blond.
"Wha---?!" he exclaimed, actually needing a few breaths to calm himself before he continued, "not that kinda parties! With friends, friends!!!"
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The blond scrunched up his nose at the answer he received, shaking his head quietly. “I’m not so sure you remember just how nice it is to sleep in—and that’s a sad thought,” he told Kotetsu was a hint of a smile.
However, the cup of coffee was obviously a kind enough gesture to keep Barnaby from adding any other smart remarks (on that front, at least) as he quietly flavored the drink to his liking—both sugars and creamer. “You don’t usually bring me coffee for no reason,” the young man mumbled, flicking a glance to the elder in curiosity. “Did you already do something moronic today?” He asked, but nonetheless, took a sip of the hot drink with a little sigh of delight. “Either way, thank you,” he added politely, mostly as an afterthought.
"Ah, no? I just thought it would be nice to get you a coffee as well," Kotetsu replied with just a tad of confusion, before he sat down on his side of the office’ desk. He took a mental note of how Barnaby took his drink before he propped up his legs on the table, leaning back in his chair with a contended sigh.
"'Sides, sleeping in is for days off after a long night's party with lots of... fun," he added. The older man wanted to say 'alcohol', but he did realize this would shine the wrong light on him. Maybe. On the other hand, Barnaby probably didn't think too highly of him anyways.
Hi, Bunny-chan!
Barnaby, as per usual, prickled at the nickname, opening his mouth to protest it, but knowing victory was not often in his favor on such a matter, closed it as he slowly turned to grace Kotetsu a glance. “How you can stand being so… you this early in the day still astounds me endlessly,” he remarked with a hint of a coy smile. “But, I suppose most in their old age tend to start the day earlier as well,” he added, deviance clear in his tone.
"Coffee, my dear Bunny-chan, coffee with lots of sugar and milk! And sleep of course, and the prospect of being a hero today as well," Kotetsu grinned, ignoring the jab at his age and instead grinning it off into a virtue. "Well, it does have its quirks not having to sleep so much, don't you think?" He put another paper cup full of coffee in front of the other, along with two packs of sugar and creamer for the blond to add to his liking. "I wasn't sure how you wanted it, so I brought it black and you can have it any which way you want it."
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fetish: go away | no | rather not | I dunno | I guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know | right here, right now
(OOC) *crawls out of hole*
Connichi 2014
Handa Seishuu, Barnaby Brooks Jr.: layann Kido Hiroshi, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi: me
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Kotetsu-- Ah. Is it "alright" to touch your knee?
For a moment Kotetsu was bewildered that he got his knee touched, just to remember that the gesture meant something. He smiled, even if it was a little crooked and patted the android’s hand. “I guess,” he said sheepishly. “Don’t do it too much though, people might think funny things.”
"Ah. Yes. My apologies. Thank you. I simply—" The words came to an abrupt stop with a mild whir of processors as he considered exactly how to express himself. "I hope that you will choose to inform me if there is anything specific that I can accomplish on your behalf."
Kotetsu reached out to pull on the android's cheeks, grinning like an idiot. "I will, don't worry." He feared that he had caused the android's processor to overheat, but he knew that Ebi was above getting damaged from something petty like this.
Kotetsu-- Ah. Is it "alright" to touch your knee?
For a moment Kotetsu was bewildered that he got his knee touched, just to remember that the gesture meant something. He smiled, even if it was a little crooked and patted the android's hand. "I guess," he said sheepishly. "Don't do it too much though, people might think funny things."
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