( logic would dictate he wait a few months, to be absolutely certain, but he had never been in love, had never known love truly, had never wanted to risk it all. he had had chances for crushes and flings and affairs and the like. but no one brought him to life like dice; there wasn’t a point in waiting for an inevitability. he needed this as much as he needed writing.
gentaro is busy putting away the takeout around that time, sparing glances at dice. twenty minutes. it’s been twenty minutes and he still hasn’t noticed. good god if he wasn’t in love with this man so fully he’d be irked.
he hums as he tidies up, keeping an eye out to the couch. any minute now his pretty gambler is going to realize that their kitten has a black ribbon around his neck and a very pretty gold ring tied to it. it isn’t really dangling because gentaro knows kittens are prone to... playing. )
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gentaro is busy putting away the takeout around that time, sparing glances at dice. twenty minutes. it’s been twenty minutes and he still hasn’t noticed. good god if he wasn’t in love with this man so fully he’d be irked.
he hums as he tidies up, keeping an eye out to the couch. any minute now his pretty gambler is going to realize that their kitten has a black ribbon around his neck and a very pretty gold ring tied to it. it isn’t really dangling because gentaro knows kittens are prone to... playing. )