90s sadness and gay???
[By this point, Leon has lost track of how long he's been searching for Count D. It became an obsession that only grew with time, and now he couldn't keep to one spot anymore. Not while D was still out there. Across cities, across countries, he probably looked insane to everyone around him. But they didn't know the half of it! Sometimes even Leon wasn't sure he understood what he was doing.
Right now wasn't the time to doubt himself, though. He'd hoped that this lead would get him even an inch closer to his goal, but he hadn't counted on spotting him in the streets. It had to be him. He'd seen him turn and look at him, and those eyes—]
Wait! Stop right there!
[He doesn't hold back, shoving his way through the crowded streets and keeping his eyes locked on him. It doesn't work, because of course it doesn't, and his steps slow in his confusion. His heart is beating way too fast, his stomach sinks, and for a moment he's sure he's lost his one chance.
But something catches the corner of his eye, and his instinct tells him to turn. He reaches out, grabbing the first wrist he can and meeting D's eyes with his own.]
...Found you.
Right now wasn't the time to doubt himself, though. He'd hoped that this lead would get him even an inch closer to his goal, but he hadn't counted on spotting him in the streets. It had to be him. He'd seen him turn and look at him, and those eyes—]
Wait! Stop right there!
[He doesn't hold back, shoving his way through the crowded streets and keeping his eyes locked on him. It doesn't work, because of course it doesn't, and his steps slow in his confusion. His heart is beating way too fast, his stomach sinks, and for a moment he's sure he's lost his one chance.
But something catches the corner of his eye, and his instinct tells him to turn. He reaches out, grabbing the first wrist he can and meeting D's eyes with his own.]
...Found you.
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[Why can't this just work out naturally! No murders, but no tourist spots? Well, maybe it's best to avoid murders by avoiding tourist spots. Hmmm...]
What do you like to do? Aside from this weird shop.
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So... what does he like to do? Ummm.]
...I do like to... go shopping.
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[A few scenarios come to mind. 1, him carrying 50 bags as D shops for dresses. 2, them doing bizarre shopping that Leon can't understand at all. Are either of these really enjoyable??]
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This and that. Maybe a nice thing or two for the shop, you know. [He waves a hand as if this is basic and Leon has ever willingly spent more than half an hour shopping in his whole life.]
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[WHAT THE HELL... He's going to grab that pillow back now that D is distracted, thanks.] Think of a real day off! I'm trying to compromise, not suffer!
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Think of something between asinine tourism and errands, then! This is your idea.
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[How will he do that, how will he ask??? He'll end up taking them to some bizarre city, instead. He's hugging this pillow for now.] Or... I don't know, isn't Italy supposed to be pretty? There have to be spots to just relax.
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Perhaps a park? Shall I take you out on a lovely picnic?
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That doesn't sound as bad... [They have a winner, probably. The closest they will get to one.] If you don't have any customers yet, then it should be safe to go out in public, too!
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Yes, your worrying is very touching. Finish your potatoes.
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Did you even eat anything?
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Which one of us is homeless halfway around the world from home? You needn't worry about me that much.
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Is it really because he did miss him?
He's making some weird faces while eating these potatoes.]
...Thanks, by the way. I don't know if I said that yet.
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But no, it's... thanks? Really? D supposes he could have turned Leon back out onto the street, and he could have punched him in the jaw and left the country again, and he could have given him a piece of bread and told him to deal, but he's done pretty much the opposite of all those things. Oh.
...Oh, he's obvious, isn't he. Perhaps not to thick-skulled idiot cops, but some people don't need a written invitation to take a hint. D reaches over without fuss and brushes one last stray piece of rice off Leon's stupid t-shirt.
Hmm.] You could stand to say it a bit more.
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Yeah, maybe. [?????? He's going to shove more potatoes into his mouth.]
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How badly does your hand hurt? [This is the only warning before he tugs Leon's wrist to hold his injured hand up and make sure the bandage hasn't been made gross by Leon's inability to eat food neatly.]
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It's fine. Like I said, it's just a scratch.
[He says this, but he definitely has gotten it messy (rice stuck to the outside?? stains from the tomato?? how).] C'mon, how am I supposed to eat if you're holding my hand?
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You have two. If I had a penny for every time you said an actual wound was "just a scratch," I swear... [He could afford to send Leon back to LA?? Honestly.] I am going to have to do this over again.
[UGH]
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It's fine, stop messing with it already! That stuff's on the outside, and it's not bleeding anymore anyway.
[Because it is bandaged, mostly... He sure did slice off a lot of his finger.]
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It's soaked with half of your dinner! Even if you don't think it's a problem, I won't have you touching things in my shop with this hand!
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[He reaches his hand out as if tempted to keep trying, but he'll stop there.] What's the matter? You were holding it before!
[By the wrist, but still.]
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You were controlling yourself before.
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[Ha HAH, he has won this battle. And he pops the last potato piece into his mouth with his hand, just to make matters worse. At least he ate...]
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an edit 20 minutes later, laura...
don't JUDGE me
too late
leaves this post
you would never leave the plant
i'm taking my plants with me
yOU CANT LEAVE MY DUMB AMERICAN
ah it's the plot of the manga
shit that's true
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