chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

It's nothin' big, I just saw it and thought of you, so I picked it up.

[It's stupid but he did it.]

( he’s so in love jesus christ. )

Are you angling for two rounds tonight? ( he’s kidding... but his mood does seem to be improving. )

H-heyyyy... it's not like I got an angle! I just really love you, okay?

[He laughs faintly.]

I'm almost back.

( he really doesn’t tire of hearing that. it’s really a cure-all for a lot of things. )

Don’t sprain anything rushing.

( says the older one. )

But I love you, too.

I'm running, get over it!

[There's a few sounds of exuberant exertion, then silence as Dice unlocks the door and enters.

He smiles broadly, walks right up to Gentaro, wraps his arms around him, and lifts him just enough to do a twirl. Setting him down, it morphs back into a proper hug.]

Hey. How's my star?

( he probably shouldn’t be so overcome by something like this. really, it’s just dice being dice. really, it’s nothing new and he loves how easy and simple it all is with dice. but today, today his emotions and walls are on the fritz and he barely has time to breathe before he desperately cups dice’s right cheek and kisses him, hard. he’s not instigating anything beyond that but he needs to be grounded again, to feel and remember just what he has. )

[He's surprised, but he kisses him back with deep enthusiasm, eyes closed, hands running up into his hair.

He pulls back just enough to speak, noses still close.]

Hey. I'm here now. You're okay.

( he takes those deep breaths he’s been needing for hours. things finally feel like they’ve stopped spinning, that the weight on his shoulders is a little less. he just breathes dice in for a few more seconds as he regains some composure. )

So, what did you get me?

[He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a hastily wrapped little package. Inside, there's a light green and violet colored silk scarf.]

It's... just something little.

( he opens it and — smiles. what a dork, he absolutely loves him. without delay, gentaro removes it and raises it up— and then wraps it around both of them. )

It seems you’ve been trapped. ( but he’s smiling. )

[Dice is so relieved to see that smile that he huffs a nervous little laugh, just as Gentaro wraps him up.]

You ain't the thief for nothin'.

( he smiles ... and then it fades. he needs to do this. really. he ought to ... )

Let’s go to bed.

( not to sleep he just feels safer there, like only he and dice belong there. his hand falls to tangle with dice’s as he steps away. )

Bed...?

[But he certainly isn't looking the least bit frisky. That smile should stay. Dice knows Gentaro can't be invincible, but he's long been someone Dice wants to defend when vulnerability is found. He manages to shove his coat off before Gentaro takes his hand, and follows him to the bedroom hand in hand.]

I can't help if I don't know what's goin' on...

( it’s safer there, a smaller room. that, and if he falls into this newfound desire to be held when he falls apart, so be it.

still...

he doesn’t even bother undressing when they get there, instead insistently tugging dice to lay down with him, at least upright on their sides. this feels — better. less suffocating.

he doesn’t even know where to start. )

Ramuda told you nothing. ( it sounds accusatory at first, but... maybe he’s thankful. he hesitates and then — ) When I was younger, I had a friend. Someone who could easily tell when I was lying or upset.

( his voice drops quieter. )

My first friend, as most of the children at my school didn’t think kindly of orphans. But he didn’t mind.

( and it broke him of the spell he was certain to fall into. )

We were friends for a number of years, but. As fate would have it, of course. He fell ill. It was inconvenient for awhile, but ... ( there’s always a but. ) ... After some time, during the war, he fell comatose. On this date.

[He reaches to toy with a little lock of Gentaro's hair, frowning gently.]

Ramuda didn't tell me anything about you, but I never really asked either. Didn't think it was my business.

[This is a lot of information he... somewhat had heard before in a form, in Gentaro's usual solo, but... Confirming it is actually kinda weird.

No, not weird. Heartbreaking. And for a second, Dice almost thinks he shouldn't have taken his younger life for granted so.]

I'm sorry about your friend. Did he come out of it?

( he really isn’t used to facing reality, instead so used to fiction and this fairy tale he and dice have spun over the last month or so. but he can’t grow as a person, can’t make this last and not blow up in his face, if he doesn’t start somewhere.

dice’s words oddly ease the tension that had been growing in his shoulders. )

As far as I’m aware, no. But it’s been ... six months or so since I could confirm that.

( supposedly time is stuck here but. even so. he feels like he’s broken some vow. )

[Their fairy tale needs moments of reality, or Dice might get too happy and float off into the sky. He has to remember that they're adults in a relationship, and that being empathetic and caring are part of the package. But then again, that comes strangely easily for Dice.]

That's... rough. I'm sure he'd wanna know you're thinkin' of him, even if you're not there.

Mm. ( but gentaro gets it. he knows when dice is trying to be earnestly supportive and helpful. god he loves this man. )

A shame he hasn’t been able to meet you. I’m sure he’d have a few choice jabs about my tastes.

( he’s joking. the first one so far.

he curls even closer. )

[Dice slides an arm around Gentaro protectively, eyes fixed on him, and presses a kiss to his forehead.]

I wasn't gonna say it, but yeah, your taste is pretty weird if you like a guy like me. I know what I am, and I know you deserve the best I got. Probably better, but I'm tryin'. I'll watch out for you so you can watch out for your friend when we go back.

( that’s — how many times has dice said that? it finally gets to him and he peers back up at dice with a flatter expression. )

If you say one more self-deprecating thing, I’m evicting you. That isn’t a lie.

It's not like that... I like myself just fine.

[There's a "but" that he is not saying because he'd rather not leave Gentaro's side right now. So. He just grins.]

Hey. I'm gonna watch out for you. I mean it. You got me good.

( okay. he deflates and comfortably rests his head against dice once more. )

You’re worth a great deal, Dice. Don’t let it go to your head, but... you ought to know it.

[Dice just runs fingers through his beloved author's hair, scooting closer on the bed so he can hold him properly.]

If you say it, I don't know about believing it. [A joke, and he laughs quietly.] I'm glad you don't think you coulda done better than me, because I like havin' you around. And holding you like this. I wanna make you feel like you don't have anything to worry about when I'm here.

( that’s so ... selfless. just hearing it makes his heart race and the pain of such deep scars feel a bit less painful. dice is really comfortable and honestly, he really can’t imagine sleeping alone again. ever. )

Dice Arisugawa. ( he murmurs it, lips upturned as he hides his smile into dice’s chest. ) I really don’t think it’s possible for this old man to fall any more in love.

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usodesuyo this thread its his brother and not his friend; maybe he just calls him his friend idk