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[cross_fortune]

Replacement furniture; taken care of. Groceries for stocking Katsuya's repaired kitchen; accounted for. Everything the apartment needed had been attended to, so to anyone with a serious disposal, Jun's insisting on going to the shopping center in Aoba was nothing short of unnecessary

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Tatsuya's hands were always so warm and Jun considered it a personal victory that Tatsuya hadn't simply dropped his hand from Jun's when the opportunity came. Jun didn't read into it any, because knowing Tatsuya there was nothing to be gleaned from it. He was leading, and Tatsuya was dutifully letting himself be lead because he knew it was what Jun wanted.

But then they were inside and even the warmth of Tatsuya's hand was shadowed slightly by the eagerness to start picking out plants for the apartment. His mind was a flurry of facts and numbers: average growth rate, size, as well as cost all intermingling as he browsed the little shop. He didn't want anything that would get too big and be a bother to Tatsuya, and something simple to care for in case he had to trust one of the two Suou's with it for any amount of time.

His grip on Tatsuya's hand tightened slightly, though it was, for once, entirely unintentional. Jun wanders back and forth, muttering to himself in a serious manner. He was very picky after all, and this had to be just right. And then, suddenly, Jun stops and looks up at his friend.

"Any colors you'd rather not have in the room?" It was the closest Jun could get to asking Tatsuya's opinion on this matter.

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Watching the happiness spread over Jun's face was like the feeling of victory. This was how things were supposed to be. It was ...great, being next to him and watching him be happy. It had been so long... he deserved this, and Tatsuya was not going to lessen it in any way. If he didn't want to let go, then Tatsuya would not force him to.

THWUMP. The sudden stop, especially since he wasn't watching where he was going means Tatsuya hits Jun's back face-first.

"...not really." lol apathy. "Maybe purple."

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"Whoa!" Jun pitches forward, completely thrown off balance by the sudden impact and nearly goes down right on his face. As it is, he stumbles a couple steps before catching himself and straightening.

He'd be mock annoyed about Tatsuya's carelessness if his complete lack of opinion on a matter as serious as this did not overshadow it. Jun scrunches his face up. You're no help at all, the glance says, but Jun should have known better to expect any less from Tatsuya.

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The bashing together had resulted in Tatsuya letting go, so he could touch his face reflexively. Eh.

"Sorry." And he was, both for not paying attention and for forcing them to part. It wasn't as if he could just slip his hand back beside Jun's. Well. There would be another opportunity.

...flowers ._.

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"...." No matter how hard Jun strains, that one word is all he hears. But rather than letting it get to him now, he merely disappears off into the jungle of gardening supplies. It's a while before Jun declares himself done, but for all the fussing and muttering to himself he hadn't come out with much. Granted, most of what he needed was already at the apartments. All that had really been left to do was to pick out the flowers.

He flashes his most apologetic smile to Tatsuya now that he's got what he came for and he meant it. Standing around while Jun fussed over flowers couldn't be fun to Tatsuya. And though his expression hadn't changed too terribly much, Jun knows the other is probably bored out of his mind.

Tatsuya has that look a lot though. It's enough to make Jun laugh, though quietly and as polite as can be behind his hand. Which, while looking innocent, is not polite at all and Jun knows it.

"I'm done," he coughs back a chuckle but fails to stop another while he speaks, "I promise."