Characters: OU Naoki Kashima, AU Lyle Norg
Where: First in front of the first building, then around the compound
When: Early Afternoon
Summary: After a brief scare where Lyle thought the Demi-Fiend had vanished, the pair decide to go for a walk.
Warnings: Fluff, flirting, awkward; the usual with these two.
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Oh You and I )
Naoki hadn't even been paying attention to the areas they passed, his attention diverted elsewhere, though he felt a certain resistance to parting so soon. Maybe it was just that he hadn't seen Lyle in a few days, or maybe it was worry that he had to get in as much time with him as possible in case one went away and didn't return. Just the week Lyle had left for had been painful, even in his Fiend state before he was aware that it was more than a desperate need to cling to his only friend that made it hurt like it did.
He sighed and leaned against him a little, putting their heads together. "Can I go with you?" It was more of a little begging than his usual way of asking- when he did ask, anyway. Naoki didn't want to make him late for whatever it was he had to do, or get in the way of his work, but he didn't want to say goodbye, either.
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But he couldn't imagine sitting and working, leaving his friend, his boyfriend to sit and watch. No, the work was shot. And he didn't care at all. He could go through the motions, but nothing would be added or changed to his already complete formulas. If Naoki let him, he would tug softly at the other teens hand, and lead him back to the 2nd building, where they would ascend the stairs towards Nyi-Eski.
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He would offer no resistance to the pull, following Lyle through the building and up the stairs obediently, slight elation already working previous anxiety away. No doubt he would have felt guilty if he knew his company would ruin the Legionnaire's earlier plans, but secretly glad he could work himself so easily into the younger's schedule, fed by that bit of possessiveness he harbored. "I won't get in the way."
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The Legionnaire walked in, unbuttoning his jacket before tugging off one of his gloves with his teeth; they were always too difficult to get off with each hand still clad. Expecting the other teen to follow, he tossed the outside clothes into his room carelessly, walking to the living area and placing his hands on his hips thoughtfully. "There's some snacks, and I think someone requested some hot chocolate mix earlier. You want anything?" Or maybe the Demi-Fiend wanted some ice-cream to go along with that shirtless walk in October. The idea wasn't so preposterous, he recognized as it made him grin.
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