[That pie will be great but it will be later because this is the most insane fucking idea Gentaro has ever had and Dice can't honestly say he hasn't thought of it too. Recently. Because of an unrelated incident, to be honest. And now he's so utterly dedicated to the idea that all it takes is that finger under his chin for him to reach down into his pocket...
Ousama. It echoes in his mind, reverberates, settles down into his bones and he knows again but more intensely than ever that that song was written for him. And he knows Gentaro knows something he's never told him. None of it matters, except for the way it makes Dice feel.
Raw. Exposed. Fearless.
He grabs Gentaro's collar and jerks him over to the couch as he retrieves the mic from a deep pocket, flips it one last time... It transforms upon landing in his hand, and he raises it to his lips. This isn't a vehicle for a diss or some bullshit. This is him laying down how much he adores the man in front of him, how much he desires him, would fucking die for him if it came to it, because before they're even these idiots going at it, they're best friends and comrades. He's the only person Dice has ever needed to stay. He'll stay. Dice knows he will.
There's no music but the beat of his heart, but neither of them need anything more than their pulses right now.
It's the most sincerely he's ever rapped, low and sensual and dark, like the way he practices Stella, the way Gentaro explained it to him weeks ago. Gentaro is the star guiding him, the point of navigation, a beacon leading him home. And if it takes a mic to drive this into him, he'll gladly use it.]
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Ousama. It echoes in his mind, reverberates, settles down into his bones and he knows again but more intensely than ever that that song was written for him. And he knows Gentaro knows something he's never told him. None of it matters, except for the way it makes Dice feel.
Raw. Exposed. Fearless.
He grabs Gentaro's collar and jerks him over to the couch as he retrieves the mic from a deep pocket, flips it one last time... It transforms upon landing in his hand, and he raises it to his lips. This isn't a vehicle for a diss or some bullshit. This is him laying down how much he adores the man in front of him, how much he desires him, would fucking die for him if it came to it, because before they're even these idiots going at it, they're best friends and comrades. He's the only person Dice has ever needed to stay. He'll stay. Dice knows he will.
There's no music but the beat of his heart, but neither of them need anything more than their pulses right now.
It's the most sincerely he's ever rapped, low and sensual and dark, like the way he practices Stella, the way Gentaro explained it to him weeks ago. Gentaro is the star guiding him, the point of navigation, a beacon leading him home. And if it takes a mic to drive this into him, he'll gladly use it.]