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[unlucky_prophet]

WHO: Doumeki, Watanuki [open?]
WHAT: Delayed birthday wishes
WHERE: Moving from Yuuko's shop to the temple
WHEN: The weekend after Doumeki's birthday

Watanuki was fiddling nervously with the corner of his apron as he sat in the kitchen. Hopefully Yuuko-san was appeased enough with the snacks and he would be able to just leave when--er, gods, that'

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[silent_archer]

As promised, Doumeki entered the shop at 7:30 sharp. The twins greeted him loudly, giving him news of their mistress health, without the need for the archer to ask. They left him, softly giggling all the way back to the shop owner no doubt

[unlucky_prophet]

He had heard the girls chattering loudly in the hall as someone entered, but he didn't seem to process the meaning of that. Instead, he stayed focused on a spot on the counter. Was he seeing things, or was that a stain on the counter? Maybe cleaning the kitchen a fourth time would be a good idea

[silent_archer]

Doumeki smirked slightly as he saw the pale boy jump in his seat the moment he walked in the kitchen. He couldn't really understand why Watanuki was so nervous regarding the thought of spending the night at the temple. In the archer's eyes, tonight was not much different from the last time the seer had stayed over. Except that this time they weren't both sick due to standing in the rain so much

[dimen_goddess]

Yuuko smirked, knowing that both of them had started to leave. She figured she'd just let them go for tonight and leave them alone.

Just for tonight. "Have fun Watanuki~!" She shouted to him, her smirk spreading into a grin. Yes, she'd let him leave. Just for the sake of having a good laugh. it was then she asked herself: Was she being to lenient? Maybe.

Yuuko shrugged, the grin still in place. She'd get them later.

[unlucky_prophet]

Watanuki couldn't help but spazz at the sound of Yuuko-san's voice--regardless of if it was saying "have fun~" or "get yer ass back in here and make me some more drinking snacks!!" Ah, but speaking of which...

The boy paused at the door as he slipped on his shoes. "There are some extra snacks prepared for you, Yuuko-san! And you can just heat up the left overs for the breakfast tomorrow." He rose to his feet and stepped out of the door. But just because he closed it, Watanuki poked his head back inside and called, "Don't drink too much and call me tomorrow demanding hang over medicine!!" With that, he shut the door and jogged after Doumeki.

When he caught up with the archer, the smaller figure fell into pace beside him and clutched his bag and bentou with both hands. "Happy belated birthday," he said, looking up with a small smile. "Have you eaten dinner yet? Is there anything you want?"

[silent_archer]

Doumeki waited for the pale boy to catch up with him before turning the corner once they had pass the front gate. He reached one hand to take the bentou out of the seer's hands, picking the newly freed hand in his.

He looked sideways at his boyfriend as the other male and thought of what to answer. He was pretty sure Watanuki would be insulted to know that he considered the instant ramen he ate after his archery practice as 'dinner'. Beside, even if he wasn't hungry now, he knew he could easily eat anything the seer would cook. What did he wanted now?

The archer smiled slightly as he stopped walking, pulling the frail arm gently, bring the smaller body closer to him. He leaned down and softly kissed Kimihiro, not caring at all that they were surrounded by other people. There was only one thing that he wanted.

"You..." he whispered, their lips brushing against each others.

The moment the words left his mouth, Shizuke realized the meaning they could have hold. He had not meant it like that (well, maybe a little and it was all

[unlucky_prophet]

Watanuki looked hesitantly from side to side as Doumeki grabbed his hand. They were in a public street! What would they think if they saw two guys holding hands? And kissing and--

"Me?" the boy gulped back, the blood draining into his cheeks as he flushed in embarrassment. "You can't just request me for dinner, stupid!" Watanuki hissed, stomping his foot and glaring up at the archer. This wasn't one of the first times he found himself wondering just how differently the two of them perceived their... relationship (whatever kind it might be and might end up being). But really, Watanuki really wished that stupid Doumeki wouldn't say such stupid things like that!

With another glare, Kimihiro reached out and snatched his bentou back from the other male's grip. "Fine. Mizutaki it is. But don't think I'm going to take that earlier comment lightly." Sniffling indignantly, the boy turned and continued to walk towards the temple.