[ Over the span of a week and multiple trips to the city, Kurapika bought a lot of books. Like, a lot.
He didn't forget about his offer, as menial as it was, and so he read the book he grabbed while out with Tatara first. It's why sometime during his second week here, he's knocking on Tatara's door, book nestled underneath his arm. ]
[ No matter what time of day it might be, Tatara's probably napping.
So there's a bit of a delay before Kurapika feels any life from the other side of the door, and there's a short wait after that before the door finally swings open.
And there's your sage! He's still wrapped in his blanket, and the curtains inside are pulled closed. ]
Oh, Kurapika-kun. [ He sounds sleepy. ] What's up?
[ If anything - if anything Ginger knows Tatara will take to recovering like a fish to water. He’s probably bundled up, perhaps asleep. He’s getting the rest he needs, surely.
That’s good.
That’s why Ginger shows up at his door, knocking and knocking until the other man rouses. In his own room, Tatara will be forced to BE SAFE and NOT DIE, thank you. ]
He wasn't sleeping, but he was definitely bundled up and reading (not much else to do when you're practically confined to bed). So it doesn't take all that much time for him to roll out of bed couch and make his way to the door.
His blanket is draped over his shoulders, his neck is bandaged, and for once, he's not wearing white. He's wearing pink. He blinks up at his visitor for a second, before a delighted little smile beams over his face. ]
Tatara isn't a heavy sleeper, by any means, but it does take him a moment to realize the knock is in real life. He stirs, looks at the door, then the window, and pads to it.
He flings open the curtain, sees Solomon, and tilts his head. Well. This isn't usual.
He pries open the window. ]
What is it?
[ The tone in his voice suggests he can sense something is up. ]
[ Well, Tatara decided to take the time out of his day to visit Jing Yuan, hadn't he?
Whatever the case, a lot has occurred since then. To the point where it'd be most certainly prudent to make a visit. Not only that, but he has something for him...regardless of how that initial (which we can probably wrap in a comment or two to save your inbox) and secondary conversation has gone!
So, Tatara can expect to hear the sound of a knock at his door. Today he is dressed in something far more casual, and is holding a box of something one-handed. ]
It's a special guest, with a special delivery. [ A slight, perhaps, teasing tone? Even if a yawn follows. ] Open up for me?
Not surprisingly, no one answers the door right away. Instead, Jing Yuan will hear footsteps approaching him from down the hall. Lucky him, Tatara's just returning to his room. ]
Oh! Jing Yuan! [ He gives a wave as he nears. ] Did you need me?
[ big and small calamities aside! it is date time, finally. without the quotes they somehow left those in the bath with the remains of their bubble creations. khun's dressed perhaps appropriately for a date that includes a nap; a red ombre top (fitted not to be oversized) and grey skinny jeans with red sneakers, hair up in a sideways part that sweeps his bangs to the side to show off his earrings.
on one shoulder is a sack of goods, which definitely include snacks and probably includes a soft blanket because he's not expecting to lay on grass. one hand is entwined in tatara's save for a single finger, which he keeps moving to lightly tickle against the other's palm now and again. holding hands is par for the course between a sage and his wizards but khun wants them to feel different (maybe he's trying to figure out if tatara is ticklish too.). ]
Are we far enough yet? I don't want us to be interrupted.
[ A small moment of respite before they're all whisked away to the East—
Tatara, too, is dressed in what Khun created for him. Shirt untucked, of course. A smile plays on his face as they walk towards the setting sun—when Khun rocked up to his room in red, that's all he could think about. For him?
Every effort Khun makes to tickle Tatara's hand earns him a light tickle back. He's not ticklish, at least on his hands, it seems. ]
Mm, just a little farther. The spot I'm thinking of is just ahead, and it's perfect.
[ And the weather is on their side, too!
He pushes through the trees, and the dappled sunlight. ]
I refuse to settle for less than perfect for this date!
[What is that tapping at the window? A little bird? One of the manor cats? No, it's the local abominable snowman, perched on the windowsill and waiting to be let in.]
[ the world lately has been full of echoes and for the most part, khun hasn't spent much time dwelling on them. he's seen them in the corner of his eye, but he's kept looking forward rather than back. that's all he could do, isn't it? here and back in the Tower. or is it a habit he's only picked up recently, because of what happened?
maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge that, but fate isn't so kind. there's little that can genuinely surprise him, someone who reflexively considers worse case scenarios as easy as he breathes. but the thing about dazzling, sparkling, brilliant things is that they tend to grab your attention. they make you blind.
he should have seen what happened with baam coming. and even though it's not really the same at all (his heart doesn't care if it's illogical, thundering against his ribcage just the same) he should have seen what happened with tatara in the past coming too. some part of him should have, but he's spent a lot of time recently looking at the other part of him that's brand new.
so when he sees the recording on the camcorder it flows through him like ripples, seeps through his ribs. it makes sense he comes to reason in the minute or so after. but that doesn't mean he has to like it.
he doesn't come visit immediately after, what with Cid as company or some semblance of it, and he doesn't come as soon as he's alone either. he lets himself refocus into the part of himself he's more familiar with as an anchor.
instead he comes over sometime the day after, in a space between the training and reading he's kept himself busy with since dawn. ]
Tatara~. [ light, sing-song. he enters like he usually does, with a small smile, nothing betraying his actual thoughts aside from his eyes which are deep blue and flat. ]
He'd handed his camcorder off to Cid on the night of the first day, buzzing with the energy of new people and friends and the prospect of maybe, getting the chance to record some precious moments of everyone in the manor before...well.
He's mostly forgotten about it, though. It sat forgotten in the back of his closet for weeks after his arrival, and thought of it was much the same after he gave it to Cid. He's been too busy watching, learning to lead, finding his footing, dancing, falling in love.
So he isn't expecting this. He doesn't think about Cid's progress and he doesn't think about how he might've shared in his tinkering with his fellow wizards. He just opens his eyes and sees Khun saunter in and is just happy to see him. ]
Aguero~ [ He mimicks the sing-song tone, voice groggy, and pushes himself up into a sit on his couch. He may have been napping. But he doesn't mind.
He runs a hand through his hair to wake himself up, and as the drowsy fog leaves him, he notices something is a little off. ]
Immediately, without a thought, he whirls around and throws his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. He wonders if Khun can feel the way his heart beats, pressed together like this; partially because he knows he stands at the threshold of the unknown and finds excitement at the prospect of jumping into it, partially because he really does like him that much.
A hand flails, shoving the door shut behind them. ]
[ the words are kissed out of him before he can even begin to form them, his hands naturally falling at the other's hips, pressing their bodies together closer with the same neediness. he's not sure if it's tatara's heartbeat he hears or his own, but right now they might be one and the same.
...he does hear the door too though, which is enough to pluck a word free, murmured between kisses because he's past the point of being able to separate himself even if that's what he wanted. ]
Tatara. [ his name is everything in this moment, part question, part plea, part want, part sheer infatuation. he's not going to be able to stop if they keep going like this, so— ]
the window. of course it's the window, do you think he's going to use the door when you're an entire floor down? of course not. much simpler to leave via window from his room on the third and float his way down. ]
[ after their experience at the oasis and the blustery cold of the north, khun's jumping to go to a more temperate climate. he's not super big on camping, but his boyfriend asking is reason enough to go, plus he missed out on most of the beach camping experience with his killer sunburn. that might be why he's wearing a stylish tracksuit which mostly covers his skin, though the material is light. yes he's showing some midriff, the tanktop he has underneath a bright purple.
he's brought sunscreen this time, along with everything they'll need and more, just like he did for their first date. and now that the tent's set up, including a floor rug inside for extra comfort, he can relax a little, plopping down outside on the grass with a sigh. ]
Ha—it's been forever since I've went camping... [ even if this is somewhat a degree of glamping because their tent is fancy, and they have plenty of creature comforts like snacks. ]
[ You know, it'll be nice not to have an extreme date for once. Tatara will always find the idea fun, unfortunately for Khun, but sometimes it's just nice to lounge in the grass in mild weather.
With a heaved sigh of accomplishment, he unfolds over the grass. It's nice and sunny out, but not so hot that he feels the need to remove his oversized lilac cardigan; underneath, a plain white shirt, and blue jeans. The sky is nice and blue and practically spotless overhead, and he thinks to himself that it's kind of funny how quickly he's taken to the color, thanks to Khun. ]
I was the one who suggested the beach camping to Uncle Bruno. Guess it's been on my mind for a while. [ He turns his head to look at his boyfriend, and he grins. ] But it's nice to be out here, just the two of us. I can give you a hands-on lesson if you need it!
[For once, Ithaqua has knocked on a door... but disappears immediately, leaving behind a hint of his magical signature and a small paper bag with half a dozen buns of freshly baked sourdough, each one slightly smaller than a fist, perfectly bite-sized. There's also fruit jam inside, nice and sweet, and with not a lot of that overly processed sugar Ithaqua dislikes either. How did he get it in there? Magic, of course. What flavors are there? Strawberry, blueberry, peach, lemon marmalade, and orange marmalade.
Ithaqua thinks you don't deserve this, Sage, but w/e.]
Luckily for Ithaqua, Tatara takes a while to get to the door, so the Northern cryptid gets away unnoticed. He's so delighted, and touched, and a little sad he doesn't know who leave him this gift. It's very nice???!!! Thank you!!
He'll take it, and he'll eat them, because of course he'll eat mysterious food that appears unlabeled at his doorstep. ]
[ mostly khun's relentless nature comes out in cold ways, but sometimes things are entirely different and ridiculous. while he plans for all their dates, this one is special: it's finally time to make amends for that night at the bar; he won't be defeated by anything, including the gregorian calendar.
of course khun tells tatara none of this, and on face this is just a normal date for them: a trip to western country to take in it's luxury and opulence in it's natural form: shopping and meandering about streets decked with various boutiques. it's a nice late spring day, early summer day, and khun's dress is reflective in the colors, sunglasses included. ]
There's a shop I want to check out first, then we go wherever you want. [ the smile he gives tatara is exceptionally bright today, as he starts to lead them down a cobblestone street, hands clasped. ]
We have a lot of time before we need to check into the hotel.
[ ...he learned his lesson from the fruit safari. ]
[ The Gregorian Calendar never stood a chance against Khun. Even if he doesn't know, Tatara knows this in his heart, having seen the way he talks about fireworks and little things like space and time and life and death and all that. There is nothing Khun can't conquer. And maybe he doesn't really acknowledge his bias, because of the way he's already conquered his heart?
Tatara's affections are on full display with the way he dresses today. His eyes are wide as he takes in the fashionable boutiques—he's never really had the chance to indulge in luxuries like this (which might not be much, but it is a luxury to him), so forgive him if his eyes wander from his date.
He glances at him when he talks. He shifts his hand, comfortably interlacing their fingers. ] What kind of shop?
[ Innocent question. What's he got to look forward to?! ]
[ today aguero has something special in mind, which is saying something considering their recent chocolate ballad. but this is something he's been planning for a while in multiple ways, less impromptu than throwing together a romantic surprise.
rather than head to the elevator, aguero brings them to the roof. the sun shines overhead and his hair is down, framing his face even though it falls past his shoulders now. the fit of the day is chic and blue, for Reasons. ]
I want you all to myself today, so we're going somewhere special. [ the roof is usually as hopping as happy hour in florida, so clearly there's something else he's not saying yet. ]
[ Aguero always looks good. His longer hair frames his face well, and Tatara almost wishes he grew out his hair to match him.
Tatara, in contrast, wears his normal neutral wardrobe, though this time he has a light, but bright red cardigan on. Loose enough that his bracelets clink lightly when he moves.
He has his purple earring on, of course. He has an arm looped around one of Aguero's, and he peers up at him curiously.
(not that he never comes to the roof, he's just not usually here, because it's a popular brood spot and tatara never needs to brood.) ]
Somewhere special? [ He tilts his head. ] Where?
[ He definitely has no clue there's something special planned. All his outings with Aguero are special... ]
[ beachtime! with the important knowledge of sunscreen and the distinct lack of responsibilities on both their parts. while they've spent time on the rebuilding after the attack, there's days in between that and the ritual. it's the perfect time to settle any lingering affairs and of course, be selfish and indulgent. there's a cabana, drinks and snacks, and most importantly aguero in purple swim trunks.
his hair for this weather is tied in a high ponytail, the tail brushing against his neck. yesterday he had decided that he was going to keep most of the length and just get the ends trim and shapped, at least for now. he doesn't mind the added length like he would have before, and having learnt how much tatara likes to pull on it was only more motivation. ]
I finally have you all to myself. [ well they've had their mornings and their evenings and other times in between, but it feels different now that they'll have several days where they can be off grid without a care in the world. ]
A private vacation? No, there's got to be a better way of saying it...
[ Beach time!! This time they will not be going to the tower looking like lobsters. This time they finally have time to themselves without obligation to anyone or anything else. Tatara does wonder for a bit if he should hang around to make sure his (former) wizards are all okay but...oh, who is he kidding. He's just a Guy now. He has the chance to give Aguero all his attention and he's going to take it.
Tatara's brought back the floppy hat, but this time his white linen shorts and sandals are accompanied by a purple floral shirt. He's getting used to the color.
He'll move from wherever he is to shove his bony ass into whatever free space is available on Aguero's chair. He doesn't say it but he's very happy with this little predicament of having to think only about Aguero. Hehe. ]
A date? Hmm, we go on a lot of dates already.
[ He counts almost everything as a date. ]
How about... [ With a mischievous grin he leans back in a way that is absolutely meant to get into his space and annoy him, knowing full well it won't annoy him. ]
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week 2, breaks this post in
He didn't forget about his offer, as menial as it was, and so he read the book he grabbed while out with Tatara first. It's why sometime during his second week here, he's knocking on Tatara's door, book nestled underneath his arm. ]
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So there's a bit of a delay before Kurapika feels any life from the other side of the door, and there's a short wait after that before the door finally swings open.
And there's your sage! He's still wrapped in his blanket, and the curtains inside are pulled closed. ]
Oh, Kurapika-kun. [ He sounds sleepy. ] What's up?
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after!! corpse party!!!
That’s good.
That’s why Ginger shows up at his door, knocking and knocking until the other man rouses. In his own room, Tatara will be forced to BE SAFE and NOT DIE, thank you. ]
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He wasn't sleeping, but he was definitely bundled up and reading (not much else to do when you're practically confined to bed). So it doesn't take all that much time for him to roll out of
bedcouch and make his way to the door.His blanket is draped over his shoulders, his neck is bandaged, and for once, he's not wearing white. He's wearing pink. He blinks up at his visitor for a second, before a delighted little smile beams over his face. ]
Oh, hi, Ginger! What's up?
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4/20 after the castle meetup
Knock knock.]
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Well, he's not really surprised someone might want to talk to him. So he flings open the door. ]
Oh, Uncle Solomon. [ He smiles! ] What's up?
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Evening of the khun/mika incident
Anyway.
Hope he enjoys having something knocking at his window at 1am.]
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Tatara isn't a heavy sleeper, by any means, but it does take him a moment to realize the knock is in real life. He stirs, looks at the door, then the window, and pads to it.
He flings open the curtain, sees Solomon, and tilts his head. Well. This isn't usual.
He pries open the window. ]
What is it?
[ The tone in his voice suggests he can sense something is up. ]
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afternoon post-khun/mika incident
Whatever the case, a lot has occurred since then. To the point where it'd be most certainly prudent to make a visit. Not only that, but he has something for him...regardless of how that initial (which we can probably wrap in a comment or two to save your inbox) and secondary conversation has gone!
So, Tatara can expect to hear the sound of a knock at his door. Today he is dressed in something far more casual, and is holding a box of something one-handed. ]
It's a special guest, with a special delivery. [ A slight, perhaps, teasing tone? Even if a yawn follows. ] Open up for me?
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Not surprisingly, no one answers the door right away. Instead, Jing Yuan will hear footsteps approaching him from down the hall. Lucky him, Tatara's just returning to his room. ]
Oh! Jing Yuan! [ He gives a wave as he nears. ] Did you need me?
forgot to specify, but meant 'afternoon of the next day following the incident'
o7!
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Post central mission + ghost horror hours
on one shoulder is a sack of goods, which definitely include snacks and probably includes a soft blanket because he's not expecting to lay on grass. one hand is entwined in tatara's save for a single finger, which he keeps moving to lightly tickle against the other's palm now and again. holding hands is par for the course between a sage and his wizards but khun wants them to feel different (maybe he's trying to figure out if tatara is ticklish too.). ]
Are we far enough yet? I don't want us to be interrupted.
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Tatara, too, is dressed in what Khun created for him. Shirt untucked, of course. A smile plays on his face as they walk towards the setting sun—when Khun rocked up to his room in red, that's all he could think about. For him?
Every effort Khun makes to tickle Tatara's hand earns him a light tickle back. He's not ticklish, at least on his hands, it seems. ]
Mm, just a little farther. The spot I'm thinking of is just ahead, and it's perfect.
[ And the weather is on their side, too!
He pushes through the trees, and the dappled sunlight. ]
I refuse to settle for less than perfect for this date!
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Knock knock! ]
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Nikaido-san! Come in!
[ He steps aside and gestures to his room! ]
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[What is that tapping at the window? A little bird? One of the manor cats? No, it's the local abominable snowman, perched on the windowsill and waiting to be let in.]
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And it's another Northern wizard! Do y'all use doors... ]
Oh, hey Ithaqua. [ Tatara smiles when he sees the local cryptid, and lifts the window. ] Need something?
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sometime near Eastern mission
maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge that, but fate isn't so kind. there's little that can genuinely surprise him, someone who reflexively considers worse case scenarios as easy as he breathes. but the thing about dazzling, sparkling, brilliant things is that they tend to grab your attention. they make you blind.
he should have seen what happened with baam coming. and even though it's not really the same at all (his heart doesn't care if it's illogical, thundering against his ribcage just the same) he should have seen what happened with tatara in the past coming too. some part of him should have, but he's spent a lot of time recently looking at the other part of him that's brand new.
so when he sees the recording on the camcorder it flows through him like ripples, seeps through his ribs. it makes sense he comes to reason in the minute or so after. but that doesn't mean he has to like it.
he doesn't come visit immediately after, what with Cid as company or some semblance of it, and he doesn't come as soon as he's alone either. he lets himself refocus into the part of himself he's more familiar with as an anchor.
instead he comes over sometime the day after, in a space between the training and reading he's kept himself busy with since dawn. ]
Tatara~. [ light, sing-song. he enters like he usually does, with a small smile, nothing betraying his actual thoughts aside from his eyes which are deep blue and flat. ]
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He'd handed his camcorder off to Cid on the night of the first day, buzzing with the energy of new people and friends and the prospect of maybe, getting the chance to record some precious moments of everyone in the manor before...well.
He's mostly forgotten about it, though. It sat forgotten in the back of his closet for weeks after his arrival, and thought of it was much the same after he gave it to Cid. He's been too busy watching, learning to lead, finding his footing, dancing, falling in love.
So he isn't expecting this. He doesn't think about Cid's progress and he doesn't think about how he might've shared in his tinkering with his fellow wizards. He just opens his eyes and sees Khun saunter in and is just happy to see him. ]
Aguero~ [ He mimicks the sing-song tone, voice groggy, and pushes himself up into a sit on his couch. He may have been napping. But he doesn't mind.
He runs a hand through his hair to wake himself up, and as the drowsy fog leaves him, he notices something is a little off. ]
Everything okay?
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runs in from the bar
...and tugs Khun inside.
Immediately, without a thought, he whirls around and throws his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. He wonders if Khun can feel the way his heart beats, pressed together like this; partially because he knows he stands at the threshold of the unknown and finds excitement at the prospect of jumping into it, partially because he really does like him that much.
A hand flails, shoving the door shut behind them. ]
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...he does hear the door too though, which is enough to pluck a word free, murmured between kisses because he's past the point of being able to separate himself even if that's what he wanted. ]
Tatara. [ his name is everything in this moment, part question, part plea, part want, part sheer infatuation. he's not going to be able to stop if they keep going like this, so— ]
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post easties coming back from their mission, whenever that is
the window. of course it's the window, do you think he's going to use the door when you're an entire floor down? of course not. much simpler to leave via window from his room on the third and float his way down. ]
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Tatara just smiles when he sees him, and he flings open the window. ]
Hey Robin. [ He steps back to let him in if he wants, and he'll perch on the corner of his bed. ] What's up?
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Tatara? Tatara, we need to talk! Please be in... I don't want to have to go looking...
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He looks curiously at Bruno, then steps aside for him to enter. ]
Everything okay, Uncle Bruno?
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camping!!! before northern mission
he's brought sunscreen this time, along with everything they'll need and more, just like he did for their first date. and now that the tent's set up, including a floor rug inside for extra comfort, he can relax a little, plopping down outside on the grass with a sigh. ]
Ha—it's been forever since I've went camping... [ even if this is somewhat a degree of glamping because their tent is fancy, and they have plenty of creature comforts like snacks. ]
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With a heaved sigh of accomplishment, he unfolds over the grass. It's nice and sunny out, but not so hot that he feels the need to remove his oversized lilac cardigan; underneath, a plain white shirt, and blue jeans. The sky is nice and blue and practically spotless overhead, and he thinks to himself that it's kind of funny how quickly he's taken to the color, thanks to Khun. ]
I was the one who suggested the beach camping to Uncle Bruno. Guess it's been on my mind for a while. [ He turns his head to look at his boyfriend, and he grins. ] But it's nice to be out here, just the two of us. I can give you a hands-on lesson if you need it!
[ does he know what he's doing, absolutely not, ]
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before the northie mission
Ithaqua thinks you don't deserve this, Sage, but w/e.]
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Luckily for Ithaqua, Tatara takes a while to get to the door, so the Northern cryptid gets away unnoticed. He's so delighted, and touched, and a little sad he doesn't know who leave him this gift. It's very nice???!!! Thank you!!
He'll take it, and he'll eat them, because of course he'll eat mysterious food that appears unlabeled at his doorstep. ]
Before North mission
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Tatara's in, luckily. He flings open the door and eyes Day curiously before he lights up. ]
Oh! Day! What's up?
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choco sometime around northern mission
of course khun tells tatara none of this, and on face this is just a normal date for them: a trip to western country to take in it's luxury and opulence in it's natural form: shopping and meandering about streets decked with various boutiques. it's a nice late spring day, early summer day, and khun's dress is reflective in the colors, sunglasses included. ]
There's a shop I want to check out first, then we go wherever you want. [ the smile he gives tatara is exceptionally bright today, as he starts to lead them down a cobblestone street, hands clasped. ]
We have a lot of time before we need to check into the hotel.
[ ...he learned his lesson from the fruit safari. ]
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Tatara's affections are on full display with the way he dresses today. His eyes are wide as he takes in the fashionable boutiques—he's never really had the chance to indulge in luxuries like this (which might not be much, but it is a luxury to him), so forgive him if his eyes wander from his date.
He glances at him when he talks. He shifts his hand, comfortably interlacing their fingers. ] What kind of shop?
[ Innocent question. What's he got to look forward to?! ]
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rather than head to the elevator, aguero brings them to the roof. the sun shines overhead and his hair is down, framing his face even though it falls past his shoulders now. the fit of the day is chic and blue, for Reasons. ]
I want you all to myself today, so we're going somewhere special. [ the roof is usually as hopping as happy hour in florida, so clearly there's something else he's not saying yet. ]
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Tatara, in contrast, wears his normal neutral wardrobe, though this time he has a light, but bright red cardigan on. Loose enough that his bracelets clink lightly when he moves.
He has his purple earring on, of course. He has an arm looped around one of Aguero's, and he peers up at him curiously.
(not that he never comes to the roof, he's just not usually here, because it's a popular brood spot and tatara never needs to brood.) ]
Somewhere special? [ He tilts his head. ] Where?
[ He definitely has no clue there's something special planned. All his outings with Aguero are special... ]
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Beach episode is real in the epilogue
his hair for this weather is tied in a high ponytail, the tail brushing against his neck. yesterday he had decided that he was going to keep most of the length and just get the ends trim and shapped, at least for now. he doesn't mind the added length like he would have before, and having learnt how much tatara likes to pull on it was only more motivation. ]
I finally have you all to myself. [ well they've had their mornings and their evenings and other times in between, but it feels different now that they'll have several days where they can be off grid without a care in the world. ]
A private vacation? No, there's got to be a better way of saying it...
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Tatara's brought back the floppy hat, but this time his white linen shorts and sandals are accompanied by a purple floral shirt. He's getting used to the color.
He'll move from wherever he is to shove his bony ass into whatever free space is available on Aguero's chair. He doesn't say it but he's very happy with this little predicament of having to think only about Aguero. Hehe. ]
A date? Hmm, we go on a lot of dates already.
[ He counts almost everything as a date. ]
How about... [ With a mischievous grin he leans back in a way that is absolutely meant to get into his space and annoy him, knowing full well it won't annoy him. ]
A honeymoon?
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