90s sadness and gay???

[dtective]

[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.

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[pruning]

[Hah!! He's winning! This is what they've come to, shoving cookies at each other like actual children... D continues to lean away from Leon-and-cookie, mouth shut tight but still smirking??

Bury him, he's enjoying this. He's not going to say anything because that would give Leon an opening...! All he'll do is shake his head, like no— this is his Victory, not Leon's.]

[dtective]

[He's not winning shit! Leon is determined, and so he leans further. Their joined hands can still be a support, even if they're on D's leg, and he's really trying to reach with this cookie in his hand. Whatever his words are are muffled by the cookie in his mouth, still... He's going to fall over at this rate.

But not before just repeatedly shoving it at D's lips. Open up!! How can he resist!!]

[pruning]

[It's too late, this Actual Child can't defeat him! Or maybe he can, considering he's taller and leaning toward D, leaving D with very few options besides leaning back and craning his neck away from the cookie still attacking his face. It's breaking! A chunk of cookie falls to his lap, forgotten. Tragic.

But still, D's already won?? So this needs to Stop.] Leon—

[He turns his head but not enough, getting half a mouthful of cookie for his efforts. He pushes at Leon's shoulder futilely for another second, which turns into slightly more urgent fumbling to hold on and stop himself falling like an actual fool.

Too late...... goodbye]

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[Leon laughs in his success, more cookie crumbs falling... and then D falls, and Leon follows. What a mess of losers. He's still kind of laughing between it all, and the rest of his cookie falls out of his mouth and somewhere onto the blanket. He pulls his hands back to himself, placing one on the picnic blanket besides D's face to push himself up so he doesn't crush the guy.

Just slightly, though, because he's gotta peer at D to make sure he's alive after this noncon cookie.]

Shit, sorry— [Look, he can apologize sometimes, even if he's grinning.] Are you okay?

[pruning]

[So much of that moment was gross, and yet... well, he's focusing on Leon's face very close and the rest basically on top of him. Hmm. Fascinating.

If the rest of that cookie he was forced to eat wasn't in his hair, this would be slightly less ridiculous... He chews the piece he couldn't escape, somehow still managing to frown up at Leon about it. Ugh.]

Oaf. [so, he's good.] Let me sit up, thank you.

[dtective]

[He's a little aware of how close they are, now, so he'll sit up and put his hands back in his own lap. Leon honestly doesn't even notice that he has crumbs all over his face, because he's busy staring at D.]

[pruning]

[Only a little aware... D sits up with a huff, brushing the cookie pieces off his leg before finger-combing his hair to deal with the other crumbs... this is a mess!!

...Leon..... this slob.] Your face, dear.

[dtective]

What, is it messy?

[He scrubs all over his face to try and fix this. He's not thinking about how they were just holding hands for a long while and then fell over on each other after a playful fight, nope.]

[pruning]

[Those things probably didn't happen for all the talking about them D isn't doing. Satisfied with his hair, he watches Leon go wild all over his face. That sure is happening... He'll helpfully reach over and brush some rogue crumbs off the front of his shirt after a couple seconds.]

Well, I hope you've learned your lesson.

[what lesson, D??? what??]

[dtective]

Lesson?

[what is he saying... He'll finish rubbing all over his face eventually.] What, that you're easy to knock over?

[pruning]

[okay...........hush]

No. Manners.

[dtective]

[He's so proud that he made D grumpy, look at him. Well, mostly he's happy they've agreed so completely to stick together. No more worrying that he'll slip away!!]

Too bad, you already said I couldn't leave.

[pruning]

[Don't use that against him!! God, he's going to have to establish Rules, isn't he, so that he doesn't die of shame.]

Well, you could make it easier to bear. [He says this, like he isn't still surveying Leon for crumbs... is he Clean...]

[dtective]

[Now why would he do that? His response is to flick a crumb from the picnic blanket at D.]

Who's hard to bear? [It D]

[pruning]

[cRUMB stop that!! D swats a hand at him, more irritably than he actually feels.]

You and your lack of decorum, certainly. For a moment there, it was as if you truly knew how to behave... [when they were holding hands tbh]

[dtective]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[He always behaves, clearly. Anyway, see how much better this picnic is without animals all over? It's great. This is great. It ended well.]

[pruning]

[Actually, there are crumbs all over this blanket, so it seems to be The Worst... D's busy brushing those off into the grass.]

Don't be so difficult. I let you carry on, didn't I?

[dtective]

[Leon, meanwhile, is just going to lie back down over here on his side. Crumbs and all.]

Carry on... [Grumble grumble, quiet, D.] You can just keep dealing with your crumbs. I'm going to sit here and enjoy the weather.

[pruning]

[He will keep dealing with his crumbs, thank you. But Leon is lying down and moving them around, no... This is tragic.

Here, look, he'll sweep away a few more actual large cookie pieces and then dust his hands off over the grass, apparently satisfied. Compromise??]

That is a much better use of your time, I must admit.

[He could enjoy some weather himself, or... just sit here looking at Leon. Guess which one he's going to do.]

[dtective]

[For a while this is fine. He doesn't notice, he's relaxed, the breeze is comfortable... But when he opens his eyes up again, he notices D just sitting there... Was he looking at him?]

What?

[pruning]

[He still is looking at him, honestly... Now he's not too uncomfortable to look him in the eye, so Leon gets this. Hello.]

Hmm? [oh] I was starting to wonder if you'd fallen asleep.

[No, it was just gay thoughts...]

[dtective]

Why would I fall asleep? I've already taken a nap today.

[He's not a multi nap kind of guy?? Maybe.] What are you doing?

[pruning]

[Don't call him out... Take a nap instead. He's minding his own business, wherein "business" is just Leon.]

I'm... sitting here?

[dtective]

Lie down or something, you're making me nervous just staring at me like that.

[Please!!]

[pruning]

[Stares at him......]

You had your eyes closed a moment ago. [So it's fine that he was staring! But fine, he supposes he can lie down... somewhat stiffly, this is strange.]