[Log] ChibiPair
Who: Echizen Ryoma & Dan Taichi
Where: Downtown
When: September 11th.
What: Glasses Get! And then there will be dorkiness.
Warning: D for Desu, Data, Dorks and Dead fries.
Comments: Sure? 8D?
"It feels... weird." Dan worried his lip, adjusting the glasses for the umpteenth time despite the fact there was no need for such fussing. "I look just stupid, don't I? I know I do."
"You know, when I tell you that you look cute, you better believe me, stupid." He stopped in front of a clothing store for a moment to look at a nifty shirt that seemed to be on sale. Not bad... "Yamabuki? Look down the street and tell me if things look fuzzy now or not?"
"I must indeed be stupid to be dating someone who calls me stupid," Dan said calmly. Glancing down the street as instructed, he shrugged. "It looks the same as ever," he replied. "If you mean, because of my glasses, remember my long-range sight was always fine... and I saw very well near, too; my eyes adjusting to do that just was causing the headaches." He glanced at Ryoma and smiled as he saw his boyfriend's face. "...I can see slightly sharper when looking near now, though." Apparently his eyes couldn't entirely make up for the problem.
"At least you won't be getting the head aches anymore," Ryoma muttered, blushing slightly. He knew it was just his imagination, but... Somehow Dan's gaze seemed sharper, more focused on him, and it caused him to blush. Stupid, stupid...
"Well, hopefully not!" Dan said. "Because if I do, we'll know it wasn't just my eyes giving me trouble." He was confident the aches would stop now, though. They had to. He glanced at Ryoma again, grinning a bit. "...You know, you're awfully cute when you blush."
"Totally am not the shorter boy gruffed, but then allowed a small grin to grace his lips. "You look cute like that though. I knew you would."
"Yes you are~" Dan chimed. "And I still think I look just stupid... but I won't call you a liar." He adjusted the glasses. They felt so foreign on his face... "I... guess I'll learn to live with them."
"Well... Wanna grab a burger before we go back?" Hey, maybe they'd even catch a glimpse of something fun in the burger joint if they were lucky. Ryoma was a thought bored, which meant that he probably would have been totally bored, had he not been in the company of Dan.
"Sounds great." Dan smiled, his hand brushing against Ryoma's. He was still a bit too wary to actually grasp on his hand since the scene with the homophobic idiots last time. "Same place where your brother shamed us, or somewhere else?"
Ah, look, the blush returned. "Uh... Maybe some other place?" Because yeah, returning there would feel awkward at best.
Dan grinned a bit at the blush. "...Agreed." His fingers entwined with Ryoma's just for a second. "That one look okay?" He pointed at a fast food restaurant across the street.
Ryoma nodded and was already on his way across the street, the blaring of the cars alerting him that think first, food later seemed like a good idea. Subdued, he walked back to the sidewalk, glancing around for a zebra crossing.
Dan blinked and almost cried out as he realized Ryoma was just going to walk... well, right across. As his boyfriend returned to the sidewalk, he took a tight grip on his hand. Damn shyness or public exposure, he wasn't going to let Ryoma get killed right in front of his eyes. "You, mister," he murmured, "are not going to do that again." Glancing around as well, he added, "There. A crossing. I'm kinda hungry, too, but I'd still rather not test my glasses by seeing you get killed desu."
"Don't blame me, blame my stomach," Ryoma muttered, ignoring the whispers and stares from the crowd. A man even stepped up to place a hand on his shoulder, asking if he was all right. He simply shrugged it off and pulled his cap down over his eyes before he dragged Dan along towards the crossing. "I haven't heard you say desu in a while, you know."
"You said it annoyed you," Dan said, following along and doing his best not to make any guesses as to how much of the attention was for Ryoma's near-suicide attempt and how much for their joined hands.
"Well, it does..." Ryoma shrugged. "But it's you, right?" Boy wonder sighed. "Anyway... Uh... Thanks? I guess?"
Dan chuckled faintly. "Make up your mind desu," he murmured, squeezing Ryoma's hand lightly. "At least I don't call out percentages all the time like Inui-san..."
"If you did, I'd break up with you," Ryoma dead panned, then impatiently looked up at the street signal, wishing it to turn green already.
"Now, now." Dan smirked just a bit. "There's a 93% chance you don't mean that." An elderly woman gave them a dirty glare. Dan hesitated, but didn't let go of Ryoma's hand. Not after that scare just now. "...Okay. Green."
Ryoma entertained the thought to just kiss Dan right then and there, if only to show off at the old bag, but he decided against it. Food was waiting for him, after all, and he could always set an example later if he felt like it. "Finally! Come on!" With that, he unceremoniously pulled Dan over the crossing.
"I'm coming, I'm coming~" Dan hurried across the street, never once letting go of Ryoma's hand. He was not getting his boyfriend out of hits (now corrected) sight. "You act like you're starving!"
"I am." Ryoma pointed to his stomach. "This puppy hasn't had any action since breakfast."
"Hey, think positively. At least it can't lick your face to get your attention." Dan grinned, then added, "Though if that's what you want..."
"Very funny," Ryoma smirked, leaning in for one quick, almost hey-it-wasn't-even-there kind of kiss before he opened the door to the diner.
Dan blinked, then grinned, though the grin faded quickly at the less-than-pleasant glance they gained from a person just exiting the diner. Of course, not everyone was looking at them like that, but it was so much easier to notice the hostile attitudes rather than the neutral ones...
"Don't mind him," Ryoma said, loud enough for the stranger to hear. "I think he's just sad that he probably ain't getting any tonight."
"With a face like that, I wouldn't wonder," Dan replied. It was unusually cruel of him, yes, but then the gaze had hurt, too. So they liked boys, big deal. That meant more free girls for the stranger to... well, dream of, at least, if he couldn't exactly score. "So. Food."
Ryoma snickered then walked towards the counter. "Yes, food." Hamburgers, hamburgers... And maybe some fries and a soda and... Well, he could throw in a salad too, just because. It wouldn't hurt him, that much was for certain.
Dan made his own order -- consisting of two hamburgers, a soda, fries, and a milkshake; he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, either. He glanced at Ryoma from the corner of his eye as they headed towards a table. "So..." He smirked a bit. "Do my eyes actually look bigger?"
Ryoma made himself comfortable, stacking up on his fries, but actually starting with the salad for a change. "Uhm... Yup, they do. Make you look all doe eyed like. I mean, even more than usual." He grinned. "I like it though."
Dan raised his eyebrows, dipping a couple of fries in ketchup and stuffing them into his mouth. "So you've told me," he said. "Does that mean my puppy eyes look is going to be even more effective from now on?"
"Totally." He smirked, popping a mouthful of salad into his mouth. Once he swallowed, he reached over to nick a fry from his boyfriend. "Just means I have to go around blind folded, though."
"But if you do that," Dan said innocently, swatting lightly at Ryoma's hand, "I'll just have to lead you around, don't I?"
Ryoma made a small mock pout and then shrugged. "But would that be so bad?"
Dan laughed a bit. "I suppose not," he said, getting rid of a few more fries. "But then I couldn't even smile at you..."
"I guess I would just have to feel your face then, and you could smile all you wanted."
"It's not the same, though." Dan tilted his head forward just a bit, overgrown bangs falling forward to partly obscure his eyes, unusually big even without the magnifying of the glasses and opened as wide as they'd go. "You know the true smile is in the eyes..."
"And what when said eyes look like someone kicked them and told them the Easter Bunny was the rabbit steak they had for dinner?" Ryoma grinned. "Kinda like your eyes are right now?"
"That's a sign you're being unreasonably mean," Dan replied calmly, continuing to demolish his fries as though nothing was wrong. Miraculously, he still managed to keep giving Ryoma the most pitiful puppy dog eyes ever. "Perhaps you should stop doing the kicking and bunny-slaughtering..."
"You're kinda killing off your fries there though," Ryoma pointed out calmly. "And who says I'm the culprit?"
"There's nothing wrong with killing your fries. They were dead to begin with," Dan argued. "And I say you're the culprit since you're the one I'm looking at."
"Shh," Ryoma hissed, covering his own fries with his hand. "They'll hear you." And even though he couldn't pull the puppy dog eyes off, he did offer Dan a very special Echizen pout. Which wasn't as rare as some people might think. "And now you're just being unreasonable."
Dan chuckled at seeing Ryoma's pout, reaching out a hand to brush his fingertips lightly over it. "I'm sorry, dear," he murmured, giving Ryoma a truly sweet smile with no eye tricks attached. "Better just let the fries out of their misery as fast as possible, then, wouldn't you agree?"
"Mmhm," Ryoma nodded slowly, his pout morphing into a smile of his own. He reached out for his cup of soda and lifted it into the air. "Here's to the fries. And to your glasses."
"To fries and glasses," snickered Dan, raising his own soda to knock it lightly against Ryoma's cup before taking a sip of it. "And the burgers that will soon try in vain to satisfy our appetites~"
"Someone have mercy on their souls," Ryoma nodded, attempting a solemn look. Well, hear, hear.
Where: Downtown
When: September 11th.
What: Glasses Get! And then there will be dorkiness.
Warning: D for Desu, Data, Dorks and Dead fries.
Comments: Sure? 8D?
"It feels... weird." Dan worried his lip, adjusting the glasses for the umpteenth time despite the fact there was no need for such fussing. "I look just stupid, don't I? I know I do."
"You know, when I tell you that you look cute, you better believe me, stupid." He stopped in front of a clothing store for a moment to look at a nifty shirt that seemed to be on sale. Not bad... "Yamabuki? Look down the street and tell me if things look fuzzy now or not?"
"I must indeed be stupid to be dating someone who calls me stupid," Dan said calmly. Glancing down the street as instructed, he shrugged. "It looks the same as ever," he replied. "If you mean, because of my glasses, remember my long-range sight was always fine... and I saw very well near, too; my eyes adjusting to do that just was causing the headaches." He glanced at Ryoma and smiled as he saw his boyfriend's face. "...I can see slightly sharper when looking near now, though." Apparently his eyes couldn't entirely make up for the problem.
"At least you won't be getting the head aches anymore," Ryoma muttered, blushing slightly. He knew it was just his imagination, but... Somehow Dan's gaze seemed sharper, more focused on him, and it caused him to blush. Stupid, stupid...
"Well, hopefully not!" Dan said. "Because if I do, we'll know it wasn't just my eyes giving me trouble." He was confident the aches would stop now, though. They had to. He glanced at Ryoma again, grinning a bit. "...You know, you're awfully cute when you blush."
"Totally am not the shorter boy gruffed, but then allowed a small grin to grace his lips. "You look cute like that though. I knew you would."
"Yes you are~" Dan chimed. "And I still think I look just stupid... but I won't call you a liar." He adjusted the glasses. They felt so foreign on his face... "I... guess I'll learn to live with them."
"Well... Wanna grab a burger before we go back?" Hey, maybe they'd even catch a glimpse of something fun in the burger joint if they were lucky. Ryoma was a thought bored, which meant that he probably would have been totally bored, had he not been in the company of Dan.
"Sounds great." Dan smiled, his hand brushing against Ryoma's. He was still a bit too wary to actually grasp on his hand since the scene with the homophobic idiots last time. "Same place where your brother shamed us, or somewhere else?"
Ah, look, the blush returned. "Uh... Maybe some other place?" Because yeah, returning there would feel awkward at best.
Dan grinned a bit at the blush. "...Agreed." His fingers entwined with Ryoma's just for a second. "That one look okay?" He pointed at a fast food restaurant across the street.
Ryoma nodded and was already on his way across the street, the blaring of the cars alerting him that think first, food later seemed like a good idea. Subdued, he walked back to the sidewalk, glancing around for a zebra crossing.
Dan blinked and almost cried out as he realized Ryoma was just going to walk... well, right across. As his boyfriend returned to the sidewalk, he took a tight grip on his hand. Damn shyness or public exposure, he wasn't going to let Ryoma get killed right in front of his eyes. "You, mister," he murmured, "are not going to do that again." Glancing around as well, he added, "There. A crossing. I'm kinda hungry, too, but I'd still rather not test my glasses by seeing you get killed desu."
"Don't blame me, blame my stomach," Ryoma muttered, ignoring the whispers and stares from the crowd. A man even stepped up to place a hand on his shoulder, asking if he was all right. He simply shrugged it off and pulled his cap down over his eyes before he dragged Dan along towards the crossing. "I haven't heard you say desu in a while, you know."
"You said it annoyed you," Dan said, following along and doing his best not to make any guesses as to how much of the attention was for Ryoma's near-suicide attempt and how much for their joined hands.
"Well, it does..." Ryoma shrugged. "But it's you, right?" Boy wonder sighed. "Anyway... Uh... Thanks? I guess?"
Dan chuckled faintly. "Make up your mind desu," he murmured, squeezing Ryoma's hand lightly. "At least I don't call out percentages all the time like Inui-san..."
"If you did, I'd break up with you," Ryoma dead panned, then impatiently looked up at the street signal, wishing it to turn green already.
"Now, now." Dan smirked just a bit. "There's a 93% chance you don't mean that." An elderly woman gave them a dirty glare. Dan hesitated, but didn't let go of Ryoma's hand. Not after that scare just now. "...Okay. Green."
Ryoma entertained the thought to just kiss Dan right then and there, if only to show off at the old bag, but he decided against it. Food was waiting for him, after all, and he could always set an example later if he felt like it. "Finally! Come on!" With that, he unceremoniously pulled Dan over the crossing.
"I'm coming, I'm coming~" Dan hurried across the street, never once letting go of Ryoma's hand. He was not getting his boyfriend out of hits (now corrected) sight. "You act like you're starving!"
"I am." Ryoma pointed to his stomach. "This puppy hasn't had any action since breakfast."
"Hey, think positively. At least it can't lick your face to get your attention." Dan grinned, then added, "Though if that's what you want..."
"Very funny," Ryoma smirked, leaning in for one quick, almost hey-it-wasn't-even-there kind of kiss before he opened the door to the diner.
Dan blinked, then grinned, though the grin faded quickly at the less-than-pleasant glance they gained from a person just exiting the diner. Of course, not everyone was looking at them like that, but it was so much easier to notice the hostile attitudes rather than the neutral ones...
"Don't mind him," Ryoma said, loud enough for the stranger to hear. "I think he's just sad that he probably ain't getting any tonight."
"With a face like that, I wouldn't wonder," Dan replied. It was unusually cruel of him, yes, but then the gaze had hurt, too. So they liked boys, big deal. That meant more free girls for the stranger to... well, dream of, at least, if he couldn't exactly score. "So. Food."
Ryoma snickered then walked towards the counter. "Yes, food." Hamburgers, hamburgers... And maybe some fries and a soda and... Well, he could throw in a salad too, just because. It wouldn't hurt him, that much was for certain.
Dan made his own order -- consisting of two hamburgers, a soda, fries, and a milkshake; he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, either. He glanced at Ryoma from the corner of his eye as they headed towards a table. "So..." He smirked a bit. "Do my eyes actually look bigger?"
Ryoma made himself comfortable, stacking up on his fries, but actually starting with the salad for a change. "Uhm... Yup, they do. Make you look all doe eyed like. I mean, even more than usual." He grinned. "I like it though."
Dan raised his eyebrows, dipping a couple of fries in ketchup and stuffing them into his mouth. "So you've told me," he said. "Does that mean my puppy eyes look is going to be even more effective from now on?"
"Totally." He smirked, popping a mouthful of salad into his mouth. Once he swallowed, he reached over to nick a fry from his boyfriend. "Just means I have to go around blind folded, though."
"But if you do that," Dan said innocently, swatting lightly at Ryoma's hand, "I'll just have to lead you around, don't I?"
Ryoma made a small mock pout and then shrugged. "But would that be so bad?"
Dan laughed a bit. "I suppose not," he said, getting rid of a few more fries. "But then I couldn't even smile at you..."
"I guess I would just have to feel your face then, and you could smile all you wanted."
"It's not the same, though." Dan tilted his head forward just a bit, overgrown bangs falling forward to partly obscure his eyes, unusually big even without the magnifying of the glasses and opened as wide as they'd go. "You know the true smile is in the eyes..."
"And what when said eyes look like someone kicked them and told them the Easter Bunny was the rabbit steak they had for dinner?" Ryoma grinned. "Kinda like your eyes are right now?"
"That's a sign you're being unreasonably mean," Dan replied calmly, continuing to demolish his fries as though nothing was wrong. Miraculously, he still managed to keep giving Ryoma the most pitiful puppy dog eyes ever. "Perhaps you should stop doing the kicking and bunny-slaughtering..."
"You're kinda killing off your fries there though," Ryoma pointed out calmly. "And who says I'm the culprit?"
"There's nothing wrong with killing your fries. They were dead to begin with," Dan argued. "And I say you're the culprit since you're the one I'm looking at."
"Shh," Ryoma hissed, covering his own fries with his hand. "They'll hear you." And even though he couldn't pull the puppy dog eyes off, he did offer Dan a very special Echizen pout. Which wasn't as rare as some people might think. "And now you're just being unreasonable."
Dan chuckled at seeing Ryoma's pout, reaching out a hand to brush his fingertips lightly over it. "I'm sorry, dear," he murmured, giving Ryoma a truly sweet smile with no eye tricks attached. "Better just let the fries out of their misery as fast as possible, then, wouldn't you agree?"
"Mmhm," Ryoma nodded slowly, his pout morphing into a smile of his own. He reached out for his cup of soda and lifted it into the air. "Here's to the fries. And to your glasses."
"To fries and glasses," snickered Dan, raising his own soda to knock it lightly against Ryoma's cup before taking a sip of it. "And the burgers that will soon try in vain to satisfy our appetites~"
"Someone have mercy on their souls," Ryoma nodded, attempting a solemn look. Well, hear, hear.