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Three's a Crowd (but Four is Just Right)
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Shotaro/Philip/Akiko/Ryu
Notes: The Narumi Detective Agency is a lovefest and Shotaro hasn't been invited.
Shotaro cleared his throat loudly.
Philip disengaged himself from Akiko’s lips and threw Shotaro a quizzical look. “It’s not ‘PDA’ if we’re in our own home, partner.”
Shotaro looked away, consoling himself with the fact that the first few weeks were always a taxing time for any friends of a new couple. At the very least he hadn’t been subjected to loud sex noises through the walls yet - he wasn’t sure whether he wanted that to be because they hadn’t had sex yet or because they had but it was so intolerably bad that they both lay there in silence the entire time. The sickeningly lovey-dovey gazes and the constant hand-holding, however, he was already tiring of. How was it that Akiko found that stupid “show me more of this thing called kissing” line Philip kept using charming?
“Actually,” Shotaro said, “I wanted your advice on something.”
The happy couple gave him twin raised eyebrows.
“Which hat would you suggest for a date?” Shotaro said, gesturing at the door his collection hung on. Philip turned to suvey them thoughtfully. Akiko did no such thing.
“What?” she spluttered. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a date.”
“That’s right,” Shotaro replied defiantly.
“Being dragged to karaoke by Queen and Elizabeth doesn’t count as a date, Shotaro.”
Shotaro scowled. She was never going to let him live that slip of the tongue down, was she? It had been two weeks ago, for heaven’s sake. “It’s a proper date!” he snapped. “I met her a few days ago while I was buying books and asked her out.”
“And she said yes? Pull the other one.”
Before Shotaro could bite Akiko’s head off, Philip spoke: “What’s her name?”
“Her name?” Shotaro bit his lip. “Well, I’ll tell you.” Think of a name, think of a name. Any name. “S-sho-“ He couldn’t use his own name, that was stupid! Who’d ever heard of a woman named Shotaro anyway? Think. It was too late to go back on it now, he’d have to improvise. “Shoko?”
“Shoko?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re dating a woman called Shoko?”
Shotaro brayed unconvincingly. “We thought it was funny too! We had a good laugh about it. We did, and then she said she liked my tie.” Don’t go too far, he warned himself. You’re already stretching believability.
“The white hat,” Philip said finally. “It makes you look dapper.”
“It makes him look something, all right,” Akiko muttered before Philip - for once, thankfully - shut her up with a kiss.
It would have been wise to think this plan through more carefully, Shotaro reflected as he trudged home, alone with his ‘dapper’ white hat, but how could he have spent another night holed up with Philip and Akiko like some sort of dateless loser? He’d even heard Philip say something to Akiko about researching the Kama Sutra before he’d left, and there was no way he was sticking around to see how that turned out.
No, spending several hours wandering aimlessly through the streets of Fuuto, wondering whether it would be going too far to find some women’s perfume to spray on himself - that had been a far better use of his night.
The house was dark when he got home. Philip and Akiko had no doubt already gone to bed. Shotaro’s ears pricked at the sound of distant groaning; no doubt at all they’d gone to bed then. He sighed, considering the idea of simply walking back out (to the nearest bar, maybe, where he’d drink a hole in his own pocket). That was when a light flicked on.
Shotaro blinked, trying to accustom his eyes to the light. When he finally focused he immediately wished he hadn’t.
Terui Ryu was stood in front of him, half-dressed and hair mussed. “I thought I heard something,” he said simply, apparently oblivious to Shotaro’s slack-jawed stare.
Shotaro opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, then closed it again. “You-“ he started after a few awkward seconds. “You’re---why are you here?”
“I was invited over,” Terui said.
“Were you invited to take your shirt off too?” Shotaro snapped.
He slept with his pillow over his head that night and resolved to buy earplugs in the morning.
Whatever bedroom problems Akiko and Philip had or hadn’t been having, Terui had solved it for them. Shotaro greeted the morning with dark circles under his eyes and burning ears. God, Akiko was loud.
“How did your date go last night, Shotaro?” Philip asked from beneath Akiko’s ever-roaming hands.
“He had a date?” Terui said, tossing Shotaro a surprised glance. Why was he still here? And sporting what looked suspiciously like a hickey on his neck. Shotaro tried not to stare.
“It went well, thank you,” he said pointedly. “We’re seeing each other again next week.” Possibly sooner, he thought, if he couldn't find a sturdy pair of earplugs.
“Weird,” Akiko muttered into Philip’s neck. Shotaro attempted to kill her with his mind.
One pair of sturdy, surprisingly expensive earplugs: acquired.
A proper night’s sleep: acquired.
A twisting, coiling sensation of jealousy in the pit of his stomach every morning: also, unfortunately, acquired.
It wasn’t Akiko’s fault; she didn’t realise she was driving an invisible but very sharp knife through Shotaro’s chest every time she leaned forward to peck Terui on the cheek or slung an arm around Philip. Terui didn’t realise that it made Shotaro want to wrench every hair on his head out when he flashed Philip that secret smile he reserved for people he really liked or let his hand linger on Akiko’s just a little too long. And Philip... well, Philip didn’t even comprehend that telling someone he was beginning to grow a very noticeable spot on the tip of his nose was hurtful.
It wasn’t that he was attracted to any of them, of course not. Shotaro was a man of the world, he could have anyone he wanted! If not for the fact that he was hard at work protecting Fuuto from criminals, he’d have a date every night.
So why didn’t they realise that? Why was Terui Ryu, who they’d known for five minutes, sharing their bed and not Shotaro? He sniffed his underarms surreptitiously. Bergamot and musk, like the kind of cologne Batman would use. Shotaro permitted himself a wry, satisfied smile before collapsing into his chair and regarding the ceiling thoughtfully.
“Why are you staring at the ceiling like the meaning of life is written on there?” Akiko said, so close he could feel her breath on his ear. Shotaro only jumped a little.
“When did you come in?”
“Only just now,” Akiko shrugged. “Why, were you doing something weird?”
“N-no!”
Akiko smirked knowingly. “You were, weren’t you? Do you have a dirty magazine hidden in your desk drawer or something?” She leaned over him to try and check.
“Get off,” Shotaro snapped, batting her hands away. “Shouldn’t you be sticking your tongue down Philip’s throat or something? He might get dehydrated if you’re away too long.”
“Terui’s showing Philip how to wear a tie,” Akiko said, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from his desk. “We’re going out on the town tonight, the three of us.”
Going out on the town? Shotaro thought, mentally snorting. Maybe they should go back to 1920s America, when that phrase was last used. “Oh yeah?” he said, trying not to sound interested.
“I’m taking them dancing,” Akiko said, swaying from side to side as if Shotaro needed to be shown what dancing was. “And then we’re going to a really classy restaurant and I’m going to have lobster. It’s so nice dating someone with money.”
“I like lobster and dancing,” Shotaro said, not at all subtly.
“Aren’t you seeing that girl Shoko tonight?” Akiko said. “You kept going on about it at breakfast.”
“Oh, right.” Stupid imaginary girlfriend. “Yeah. I just meant we’ll probably go somewhere really classy and have lobster too. Somewhere different to you guys.”
“Don’t want us to meet your girlfriend, eh?” Akiko elbowed Shotaro in the ribs. “Is she really ugly?”
Before Shotaro could protest, Philip spoke from the doorway: “I’m sure Shotaro’s girlfriend is lovely.” Shotaro looked at him. If his mussed hair and flushed face were anything to go by Terui had been showing him a lot more than how to wear a tie. “Good luck on the date, partner.”
“Thank you.”
“I hope you ‘get laid’, as they say, tonight.”
“...Thank you?”
Akiko was already ushering Philip and Terui out the door.
‘Get laid’. Shotaro snorted, sliding a little more off the couch. As if. The most action he could remember in recent years was the time he caught himself in his zipper. What was this he was drinking anyway? He’d already gone through all the beer and the half-finished bottle of wine (Akiko’s, from the romantic dinner she’d made a while ago and both Terui and Philip had got food poisoning from) in the fridge; he was down to a mysterious unlabelled bottle of something alcoholic that Philip had used for some experiment once and then forgotten. Whatever it was, it was doing the trick. His tie was undone around his neck, his shirt untucked, his hat was... oh, he was sitting on his hat. He managed to pull it out from underneath himself, tutting at its flattened state.
Above his drunken tutting he heard the sound of a key in the front door’s lock. He slid off the couch fully in his attempt to crane his head to see who it was. Philip walked in, followed by Terui and Akiko on Terui’s arm. Oh, of course. They lived here! Well, Terui didn’t, Terui lived in the really well-to-do bit of Fuuto with ten different spas that were all named things like Crystal Relaxation, but he never went home nowadays anyway.
Shotaro attempted to wave but it was kind of an effort to get his arm up over his head. He settled for groaning incoherently instead.
“What happened to you, Hidari?” Terui said, staring down at him. Philip knelt down next to him, placing one hand on his forehead.
“Is he sick?”
Terui rolled his eyes. “He’s drunk.”
“Ooooh, did you score, Shotaro?” Akiko said, waggling her eyebrows.
Shotaro mumbled a negative.
“Did you drive home?” Terui said, and Shotaro’s eyes managed to focus on the way his arm was hugged around Akiko’s waist, holding her close. “Because you’re seriously over the limit, and that’s illega-“
“I think it’s obvious he got drunk after driving home,” Philip said, gesturing at the empty bottles and cans surrounding Shotaro. He stood up and Terui’s other arm drew him close as well. Oh god. Shotaro was going to be sick.
“I didn’t drive,” he choked out. “I didn’t go out at all.”
Akiko glanced over her shoulder as if expecting to see Shoko standing behind her.
“Because I made Shoko up,” Shotaro said, mainly for Akiko’s benefit. From the looks on Terui and Philip’s faces they’d already grasped his meaning.
“You made her up?” Akiko said, stretching out an arm to help Shotaro up on to the couch, where he sighed and slumped.
“Because you and Philip were together and I wasn’t-I don’t have-“ He really did feel distinctly nauseous. He managed an unconvincing laugh at the unsurprised looks on Terui and Philip’s faces. “You guys knew, right?”
“I had a suspicion,” Philip said slowly, looking troubled. “But I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, partner.”
“I had more than a suspicion,” Terui said, withdrawing his arms from Philip and Akiko’s waists to fold them and strike that annoying pose he kept for times when he wanted to look really cool. “As if Hidari could get a woman to go out with him without putting his gun to her head first.”
“Well, I didn’t hear about this!” Akiko yelped, sinking down on the couch beside Shotaro.
Shotaro groaned, wishing his head wasn’t so hard to hold up. “And then you guys got Terui in on the action--Terui! No offense,” he had the presence of mind to add, noticing the way Terui’s face twisted in irritation.
“Hey, leave Ryu alone!” Akiko snapped. Shotaro flinched at the noise, suddenly certain his head was about to explode. Akiko grimaced. “Sorry,” she whispered, patting his knee gingerly.
“It’s not that it’s Terui,” he moaned, vaguely conscious of Philip sitting down on his other side. “Why isn’t it me?”
Akiko blinked. “We thought you had a girlfriend!”
“I didn’t,” Terui supplied helpfully.
Philip placed one hand on Shotaro’s knee, the other on his shoulder. “It’s not just that. We didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“Yeah, you’re always going on about how if you had time off from work you’d be dating someone different every week.”
Somewhere in the alcohol-fuelled muddle of Shotaro’s mind, things began to make sense. Clouds parted and suddenly he was thinking more clearly than he had for... weeks, months. Certainly for the entirety of that night, at least. He managed to shake his head rapidly, realising with a jolt that he had someone else’s hand on each knee.
“Things are a little squashed in our bed already, but I think we could squeeze you in,” Akiko said, squeezing his knee. “If Ryu’s prepared to give up sleeping in the middle all the time. Ryu?”
Terui was flushing scarlet, and the colour across his cheeks only burned brighter when Akiko grabbed a hold of his hand and yanked him on to the couch beside her. “I don’t have any particular fondness for it,” he mumbled.
Shotaro laughed. “Don’t tell me Terui’s into cuddling!” This was more like it, sandwiched between Philip and Akiko, Terui’s fingers brushing across his shoulder. “Do you guys want to go to bed then?” he purred, only slurring a couple of the words.
“Maybe in the morning, partner,” Philip said, patting him comfortingly. “You’re about to pass out.”
“I am not,” Shotaro replied. “Y-you just sit there, I’m going to show you guys a good time.” He stood up on wobbly legs. “Hang on a second though, I need to go throw up first. Unless you’re into that? ...No? Okay.”
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Shotaro/Philip/Akiko/Ryu
Notes: The Narumi Detective Agency is a lovefest and Shotaro hasn't been invited.
Shotaro cleared his throat loudly.
Philip disengaged himself from Akiko’s lips and threw Shotaro a quizzical look. “It’s not ‘PDA’ if we’re in our own home, partner.”
Shotaro looked away, consoling himself with the fact that the first few weeks were always a taxing time for any friends of a new couple. At the very least he hadn’t been subjected to loud sex noises through the walls yet - he wasn’t sure whether he wanted that to be because they hadn’t had sex yet or because they had but it was so intolerably bad that they both lay there in silence the entire time. The sickeningly lovey-dovey gazes and the constant hand-holding, however, he was already tiring of. How was it that Akiko found that stupid “show me more of this thing called kissing” line Philip kept using charming?
“Actually,” Shotaro said, “I wanted your advice on something.”
The happy couple gave him twin raised eyebrows.
“Which hat would you suggest for a date?” Shotaro said, gesturing at the door his collection hung on. Philip turned to suvey them thoughtfully. Akiko did no such thing.
“What?” she spluttered. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a date.”
“That’s right,” Shotaro replied defiantly.
“Being dragged to karaoke by Queen and Elizabeth doesn’t count as a date, Shotaro.”
Shotaro scowled. She was never going to let him live that slip of the tongue down, was she? It had been two weeks ago, for heaven’s sake. “It’s a proper date!” he snapped. “I met her a few days ago while I was buying books and asked her out.”
“And she said yes? Pull the other one.”
Before Shotaro could bite Akiko’s head off, Philip spoke: “What’s her name?”
“Her name?” Shotaro bit his lip. “Well, I’ll tell you.” Think of a name, think of a name. Any name. “S-sho-“ He couldn’t use his own name, that was stupid! Who’d ever heard of a woman named Shotaro anyway? Think. It was too late to go back on it now, he’d have to improvise. “Shoko?”
“Shoko?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re dating a woman called Shoko?”
Shotaro brayed unconvincingly. “We thought it was funny too! We had a good laugh about it. We did, and then she said she liked my tie.” Don’t go too far, he warned himself. You’re already stretching believability.
“The white hat,” Philip said finally. “It makes you look dapper.”
“It makes him look something, all right,” Akiko muttered before Philip - for once, thankfully - shut her up with a kiss.
It would have been wise to think this plan through more carefully, Shotaro reflected as he trudged home, alone with his ‘dapper’ white hat, but how could he have spent another night holed up with Philip and Akiko like some sort of dateless loser? He’d even heard Philip say something to Akiko about researching the Kama Sutra before he’d left, and there was no way he was sticking around to see how that turned out.
No, spending several hours wandering aimlessly through the streets of Fuuto, wondering whether it would be going too far to find some women’s perfume to spray on himself - that had been a far better use of his night.
The house was dark when he got home. Philip and Akiko had no doubt already gone to bed. Shotaro’s ears pricked at the sound of distant groaning; no doubt at all they’d gone to bed then. He sighed, considering the idea of simply walking back out (to the nearest bar, maybe, where he’d drink a hole in his own pocket). That was when a light flicked on.
Shotaro blinked, trying to accustom his eyes to the light. When he finally focused he immediately wished he hadn’t.
Terui Ryu was stood in front of him, half-dressed and hair mussed. “I thought I heard something,” he said simply, apparently oblivious to Shotaro’s slack-jawed stare.
Shotaro opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, then closed it again. “You-“ he started after a few awkward seconds. “You’re---why are you here?”
“I was invited over,” Terui said.
“Were you invited to take your shirt off too?” Shotaro snapped.
He slept with his pillow over his head that night and resolved to buy earplugs in the morning.
Whatever bedroom problems Akiko and Philip had or hadn’t been having, Terui had solved it for them. Shotaro greeted the morning with dark circles under his eyes and burning ears. God, Akiko was loud.
“How did your date go last night, Shotaro?” Philip asked from beneath Akiko’s ever-roaming hands.
“He had a date?” Terui said, tossing Shotaro a surprised glance. Why was he still here? And sporting what looked suspiciously like a hickey on his neck. Shotaro tried not to stare.
“It went well, thank you,” he said pointedly. “We’re seeing each other again next week.” Possibly sooner, he thought, if he couldn't find a sturdy pair of earplugs.
“Weird,” Akiko muttered into Philip’s neck. Shotaro attempted to kill her with his mind.
One pair of sturdy, surprisingly expensive earplugs: acquired.
A proper night’s sleep: acquired.
A twisting, coiling sensation of jealousy in the pit of his stomach every morning: also, unfortunately, acquired.
It wasn’t Akiko’s fault; she didn’t realise she was driving an invisible but very sharp knife through Shotaro’s chest every time she leaned forward to peck Terui on the cheek or slung an arm around Philip. Terui didn’t realise that it made Shotaro want to wrench every hair on his head out when he flashed Philip that secret smile he reserved for people he really liked or let his hand linger on Akiko’s just a little too long. And Philip... well, Philip didn’t even comprehend that telling someone he was beginning to grow a very noticeable spot on the tip of his nose was hurtful.
It wasn’t that he was attracted to any of them, of course not. Shotaro was a man of the world, he could have anyone he wanted! If not for the fact that he was hard at work protecting Fuuto from criminals, he’d have a date every night.
So why didn’t they realise that? Why was Terui Ryu, who they’d known for five minutes, sharing their bed and not Shotaro? He sniffed his underarms surreptitiously. Bergamot and musk, like the kind of cologne Batman would use. Shotaro permitted himself a wry, satisfied smile before collapsing into his chair and regarding the ceiling thoughtfully.
“Why are you staring at the ceiling like the meaning of life is written on there?” Akiko said, so close he could feel her breath on his ear. Shotaro only jumped a little.
“When did you come in?”
“Only just now,” Akiko shrugged. “Why, were you doing something weird?”
“N-no!”
Akiko smirked knowingly. “You were, weren’t you? Do you have a dirty magazine hidden in your desk drawer or something?” She leaned over him to try and check.
“Get off,” Shotaro snapped, batting her hands away. “Shouldn’t you be sticking your tongue down Philip’s throat or something? He might get dehydrated if you’re away too long.”
“Terui’s showing Philip how to wear a tie,” Akiko said, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from his desk. “We’re going out on the town tonight, the three of us.”
Going out on the town? Shotaro thought, mentally snorting. Maybe they should go back to 1920s America, when that phrase was last used. “Oh yeah?” he said, trying not to sound interested.
“I’m taking them dancing,” Akiko said, swaying from side to side as if Shotaro needed to be shown what dancing was. “And then we’re going to a really classy restaurant and I’m going to have lobster. It’s so nice dating someone with money.”
“I like lobster and dancing,” Shotaro said, not at all subtly.
“Aren’t you seeing that girl Shoko tonight?” Akiko said. “You kept going on about it at breakfast.”
“Oh, right.” Stupid imaginary girlfriend. “Yeah. I just meant we’ll probably go somewhere really classy and have lobster too. Somewhere different to you guys.”
“Don’t want us to meet your girlfriend, eh?” Akiko elbowed Shotaro in the ribs. “Is she really ugly?”
Before Shotaro could protest, Philip spoke from the doorway: “I’m sure Shotaro’s girlfriend is lovely.” Shotaro looked at him. If his mussed hair and flushed face were anything to go by Terui had been showing him a lot more than how to wear a tie. “Good luck on the date, partner.”
“Thank you.”
“I hope you ‘get laid’, as they say, tonight.”
“...Thank you?”
Akiko was already ushering Philip and Terui out the door.
‘Get laid’. Shotaro snorted, sliding a little more off the couch. As if. The most action he could remember in recent years was the time he caught himself in his zipper. What was this he was drinking anyway? He’d already gone through all the beer and the half-finished bottle of wine (Akiko’s, from the romantic dinner she’d made a while ago and both Terui and Philip had got food poisoning from) in the fridge; he was down to a mysterious unlabelled bottle of something alcoholic that Philip had used for some experiment once and then forgotten. Whatever it was, it was doing the trick. His tie was undone around his neck, his shirt untucked, his hat was... oh, he was sitting on his hat. He managed to pull it out from underneath himself, tutting at its flattened state.
Above his drunken tutting he heard the sound of a key in the front door’s lock. He slid off the couch fully in his attempt to crane his head to see who it was. Philip walked in, followed by Terui and Akiko on Terui’s arm. Oh, of course. They lived here! Well, Terui didn’t, Terui lived in the really well-to-do bit of Fuuto with ten different spas that were all named things like Crystal Relaxation, but he never went home nowadays anyway.
Shotaro attempted to wave but it was kind of an effort to get his arm up over his head. He settled for groaning incoherently instead.
“What happened to you, Hidari?” Terui said, staring down at him. Philip knelt down next to him, placing one hand on his forehead.
“Is he sick?”
Terui rolled his eyes. “He’s drunk.”
“Ooooh, did you score, Shotaro?” Akiko said, waggling her eyebrows.
Shotaro mumbled a negative.
“Did you drive home?” Terui said, and Shotaro’s eyes managed to focus on the way his arm was hugged around Akiko’s waist, holding her close. “Because you’re seriously over the limit, and that’s illega-“
“I think it’s obvious he got drunk after driving home,” Philip said, gesturing at the empty bottles and cans surrounding Shotaro. He stood up and Terui’s other arm drew him close as well. Oh god. Shotaro was going to be sick.
“I didn’t drive,” he choked out. “I didn’t go out at all.”
Akiko glanced over her shoulder as if expecting to see Shoko standing behind her.
“Because I made Shoko up,” Shotaro said, mainly for Akiko’s benefit. From the looks on Terui and Philip’s faces they’d already grasped his meaning.
“You made her up?” Akiko said, stretching out an arm to help Shotaro up on to the couch, where he sighed and slumped.
“Because you and Philip were together and I wasn’t-I don’t have-“ He really did feel distinctly nauseous. He managed an unconvincing laugh at the unsurprised looks on Terui and Philip’s faces. “You guys knew, right?”
“I had a suspicion,” Philip said slowly, looking troubled. “But I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, partner.”
“I had more than a suspicion,” Terui said, withdrawing his arms from Philip and Akiko’s waists to fold them and strike that annoying pose he kept for times when he wanted to look really cool. “As if Hidari could get a woman to go out with him without putting his gun to her head first.”
“Well, I didn’t hear about this!” Akiko yelped, sinking down on the couch beside Shotaro.
Shotaro groaned, wishing his head wasn’t so hard to hold up. “And then you guys got Terui in on the action--Terui! No offense,” he had the presence of mind to add, noticing the way Terui’s face twisted in irritation.
“Hey, leave Ryu alone!” Akiko snapped. Shotaro flinched at the noise, suddenly certain his head was about to explode. Akiko grimaced. “Sorry,” she whispered, patting his knee gingerly.
“It’s not that it’s Terui,” he moaned, vaguely conscious of Philip sitting down on his other side. “Why isn’t it me?”
Akiko blinked. “We thought you had a girlfriend!”
“I didn’t,” Terui supplied helpfully.
Philip placed one hand on Shotaro’s knee, the other on his shoulder. “It’s not just that. We didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“Yeah, you’re always going on about how if you had time off from work you’d be dating someone different every week.”
Somewhere in the alcohol-fuelled muddle of Shotaro’s mind, things began to make sense. Clouds parted and suddenly he was thinking more clearly than he had for... weeks, months. Certainly for the entirety of that night, at least. He managed to shake his head rapidly, realising with a jolt that he had someone else’s hand on each knee.
“Things are a little squashed in our bed already, but I think we could squeeze you in,” Akiko said, squeezing his knee. “If Ryu’s prepared to give up sleeping in the middle all the time. Ryu?”
Terui was flushing scarlet, and the colour across his cheeks only burned brighter when Akiko grabbed a hold of his hand and yanked him on to the couch beside her. “I don’t have any particular fondness for it,” he mumbled.
Shotaro laughed. “Don’t tell me Terui’s into cuddling!” This was more like it, sandwiched between Philip and Akiko, Terui’s fingers brushing across his shoulder. “Do you guys want to go to bed then?” he purred, only slurring a couple of the words.
“Maybe in the morning, partner,” Philip said, patting him comfortingly. “You’re about to pass out.”
“I am not,” Shotaro replied. “Y-you just sit there, I’m going to show you guys a good time.” He stood up on wobbly legs. “Hang on a second though, I need to go throw up first. Unless you’re into that? ...No? Okay.”