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[raphykun]

Who: Michael and Raphael
When: Today~
Where: Around the lower level.
Rating: Let's say PG-13 for now for Mika's dirty mouth.
Warnings: .... Mika's dirty mouth.
Summary: Will do this later.

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[elementing]

Michael could also note that there was something strange about today, but after some thought, he figured it was just because he was used to either being by himself or hanging out with Raphael and the switch in that had finally caught up with him. After all, these days, Michael was usually either with Togepi or with Reno.

So, he really wasn't dwelling on his almost need to see his (possible) best friend. He just inwardly shrugged to himself, said whatever and rose out of his chair to go find the other. (Not like he'd ever let Raphael know that he had really wanted to see him, though.)

"Yo, Raphael," he called out, making his way out of his room and towards the blond's. "Where the hell you wanting to go?"

[raphykun]

Well, that had been quick. Granted, they lived in the same house, but Raphael had only just asked him to come over. Hm. He stood, running a hand through his hair again. "Let's just get out of here," he said, looking to the other arch angel.

And then, something occurred to him. Something that really should have struck his attention years ago. He couldn't even figure out why it hadn't, but -- Michael was really, very, cute. And probably better looking than most of the girls Raphael fucked around with. As a matter of fact --

-- As a matter of fact, why the hell was he thinking about that?! Michael was his best friend, right? (Well, come to think of it, it had irritated Raphael to see him with Reno, but he had simply thought that that was because Reno was a human. Nothing less, nothing more.)

[elementing]

Michael, upon entering Raphael's room, started to say, 'Yeah, all right.' He might have even added on something about how it had better not be a boring place, a hope that maybe they'd find something worthwhile to do in a idiotic setting like this, but--

Well, when he went into the room and physically laid eyes upon Raphael, he seemed to lose his train of thought and his ability to speak all in one go.

It felt like he was, for the first time in all of the years that he had known Raphael, actually looking at his best friend then. And he felt stupid in that moment, but he wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't noticed how attractive the other was before or if it was because... well, he wasn't really the type of person to notice things like that, was he?

"..." Standing there, Michael just sort of... stared.

[raphykun]

Maybe it wasn't just that Reno was a human that bothered him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was Michael's first relationship, and Raphael just wasn't used to that. It really shouldn't have been that much of an issue, but somehow, it was. And now? Now all he felt, really, was jealousy.

He also couldn't really tear his attention, or his eyes for that matter, away from the other. Which was fine, really, because Michael appeared to be having the same problem.

It took a while, but Raphael finally brought himself to say something. His tone was different, softer, but -- "What are we waiting for?"

There was, of course, a double-meaning to that, one which Raphael was not even aware of.

[elementing]

When Raphael spoke, Michael silently yelled at himself to get a grip, to stop acting like a complete and utter idiot. The thought that followed then ran along the lines of not wanting the other to think that he was stupid, but--why would something like that matter to him?!

Still, he found himself feeling almost nervous, and he possessed an awkward, odd sort of breathlessness as he finally answered, "I'm waiting for you." (He wasn't entirely sure what he meant with that.)

[raphykun]

"I see," he said, but couldn't bring himself to look away from Michael, or even move towards the door for that matter. What the hell was wrong with him?! Why couldn't he snap out of it?!

... Wasn't he, in any case, with Fai? And Michael with Reno? Well, these things had never really concerned him before, but... they added to the list of reasons as to why he shouldn't feel this way.

[elementing]

Michael also seemed to be having problems actually getting himself to move. He had no idea what was going on with him; perhaps he was going crazy. Certainly, he felt like he was, for the thoughts that kept going through his mind. "... how much longer are you gonna keep me waiting?"

[raphykun]

Raphael blinked, snapping out of it. Oh, what the hell. Maybe if he just lit a cigarette or something he'd be distracted. Which was, then, what he proceeded to do, before starting for the door. "Let's go," he said, not letting his eyes rest on Michael for too long at a time.

[elementing]

Michael found himself both relieved and disappointed when Raphael headed towards the door, but quickly decided he'd rather not linger on that last feeling. Instead, he just found himself already heading out of the door, for some reason not entirely feeling comfortable with Raphael being near him.

[raphykun]

Raphael was fine, maybe, until he brushed passed Michael in the hall. He froze in his steps for several seconds before carrying on, shrugging it off as static. Yes, it was definitely just static that he had felt. That was possible, right?

The blond angel frowned inwardly, starting down the stairs. "Can we fly?" he asked, hoping for a distraction.

[elementing]

Michael also felt quite strange when Raphael brushed against him, and had not the other moved when he did, the redhead was quite certain that he would have reached out and grabbed him. (But why?)

Taking a deep, rather annoyed breath then, Michael forced himself to follow after his friend. "No, we can't."

[raphykun]

Raphael might have protested then, but Michael had looked so damn adorable when he huffed like that. But why the hell was that?! He had never looked at the other like that before, why now? Today? And, of all places, here?

Sure, he'd always cared for Michael. Loved him, even, but not like that. Why did that suddenly seem... different?

[elementing]

Michael made it maybe five or six steps before he found himself stopping again. It wasn't that he meant to, really, it was just that he was getting so annoyed. His gaze seemed to be stuck on Raphael, his thoughts were stuck on Raphael and--just what the hell was going on?

[raphykun]

Raphael noticed that Michael wasn't right behind him several paces later and stopped as well. He turned, about to ask him what the problem was, but he couldn't get the words to leave his mouth. For that matter, he couldn't even get his eyes to pull away from the other angel.

And then, before he could realize what he was doing and stop himself, he had crossed the short distance between them, grabbed Michael's collar, and tugged him into a kiss.

[elementing]

Under any other circumstances, Michael just may have punched Raphael then. Hell, he would have punched anyone for suddenly grabbing him, but going as far as to kiss him? That may as well have been an offense generally worth killing over in Michael’s book.

… but today itself was nothing if not completely fucking weird and so Michael found that his reaction wasn’t to hit the other-in fact, he did not complain at all. No, what he did then, after the initial shock wore off, was simply lean into Raphael’s kiss, his own arms slipping around the taller angel’s shoulders and yanking him closer.

[raphykun]

It was hard to tell if Raphael was more suprised with himself for actually kissing him, or with Michael for not punching him the instant their lips met. He didn't bother to debate on it for long, arms making their way around the other's waist, tugging him closer. Why had he never kissed the other before?

(... And why did Michael have to be so short?)

He deepened the kiss then, and wondered how quickly they could get back to the bedroom.