teaism | 90s sadness and gay???

[Hnnn... A picnic? That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe it's be nice to do that while not on duty.]

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!

[He's not going to get ambushed in the streets... Probably not, at least.]

Yes, your worrying is very touching. Finish your potatoes.

I'm working on it. [He says this, but he has to shove the pillow off to the side between them and lean forward to pick his plate back up.]

Did you even eat anything?

[Without missing a beat, D picks up the pillow and puts it on his other side, where it should be. Thank you, jerk.]

Which one of us is homeless halfway around the world from home? You needn't worry about me that much.

[Fine... He's going to silently eat his potatoes, stare at his bandaged up finger and think about tomorrow. Or tonight... He's going to stay here, D's actually going to let him? It seems fishy. Like, even after inviting himself...

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.

[Are those weird faces insults to his cooking? How rude.

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.

[Oh... He hadn't seen rice there. His eyes flick up to D and he considers that for a moment. He almost wants to say something like "Maybe you should give me more reason to," but... D's helped him out before. He's a huge pain in the ass, and an idiot for running all the way out here, but... Leon doesn't want to believe he's as bad as he's seemed. He has reasons for all of his actions.]

Yeah, maybe. [?????? He's going to shove more potatoes into his mouth.]

[Just keep thanking him until he's tired of hearing it. Same with apologizing, though he'd appreciate that one more than the thanks. D looks at him shoveling food into his face for a beat. God. Of all people.]

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.]

[Oh. There goes his hand. He stares after it with the fork still in his mouth, staring at D before his eyes drift to the finger.]

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?

[This is vile and Leon should be ashamed of himself. D for his part looks offended that it's already so gross. It's been not even two hours, moron.]

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]

[Okay, at the thought of having to bandage it again, he sort of tugs at his wrist to try to pull it back.]

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.]

[No. He can't have it back. Not until it's sanitary.]

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!

[Well, just for that, he's going to shove his hand at D's face. Trying to touch him!! He's an adult.]

[WHAT the hell!! D does what any mature adult would do in this situation, flinging Leon's wrist unceremoniously away from himself and leaning abruptly back for good measure. Don't do that?!]

Hahaha!

[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.]

[Okay, see. It's okay when he does it. That's the problem here.]

You were controlling yourself before.

Good luck changing it now.

[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...]

[Ew. Please learn hygiene. D grimaces at him, but he's already standing and picking up the now empty dish to go put it in the kitchen. He's not just going to let this mess linger.]

Dooming me to bad luck, are we? [sigh... be right back while he does this chore.]

[Weird... But fine, he'll just kick back and relax here, maybe finally eat that cookie that had been brought out hours ago. It's nice to finish a meal with, not act as a replacement for one!

Again, he wonders if D is going to slip away while he's off, and then tries to figure out if this is going to be a regular worry. He doesn't think so, considering that this paranoia is even less than the last time... Soon enough they'll be back to normal in that regard. Leon isn't sure it will be quite the same for D, but...

He sits, and waits, and looks around the shop to take in any details that are exactly the same or positioned differently or brand new.]

[If D wanted to sneak out the back and disappear, he could. It would be easy. But he's rinsing tomato juice and rogue rice pieces out of a dish while Leon waits for him in the other room, and very much not fleeing out the back door. It's a strange feeling, like each time he's not actively bickering about pointless nonsense with Leon, he has to stop and confront some new facet of all this and make the decision to stay over again. Over and over again...

It's going to be frustrating when it takes ages for that to get easier. He isn't entirely sure it will, or that he'll be able to keep this up. Then what will they do?

Well, never mind that for now. He finishes with the dish and heads back to the other room, pausing in the doorway to look at Leon looking at all his things.]

I did replace the curtains, if you're wondering. [caught...] And I've acquired the strangest little lamp...

[Is he just going to lean against the wall here and discuss his own furniture? Maybe.]

[He jumps a little because he'd been really lost in thought. Being here in D's shop again, no matter the differences, felt comfortable. Everything from the incense to the arguing... it was comfortable. And now he was being interrupted in the middle of that.]

Jesus, give a little warning when you show up out of nowhere like that! [He'd just been in the next room but what if his inner feelings were visible.] I noticed that. ...The curtains, I mean, not the... Where's the lamp?

[He'd rather discuss furniture at this point.]

[He was just in the kitchen! There's nothing wrong with loitering silently and watching. As such, he makes absolutely no comment on that, but he does smirk a bit before moving away from the wall and over to his new lamp, which is strange but not actually very little at all. Look at it. It's so unnecessary.]

What do you think?

[...How did he not notice that sooner? Leon stares at it for a few seconds before he states simply:] It looks like a prop from Beauty and the Beast.

[That is a weird way to compliment a beautiful lamp.]

I thought it added a... special something. It brightens up the place.

It's a lamp! Of course it brightens up the place!

[He is going to strangle him, he swears.]

And it looks like one of those weird ones in stories that might be cursed. You didn't buy it from any strange street salesman, did you?

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