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]

[Ah.... he feels better already... Leon having a heart attack is the greatest pick-me-up. He still winces at the squeeze - ow?? That is brute-like behavior??]

What? Aren't you? Until you can provide for yourself, that is our arrangement...

[dtective]

You know exactly what that implies! Don't get technical on me!

[Until they are actually Doing It, he will not deal with this harassment!! Teasing... It's all unfair. He's so red in the face.]

[pruning]

[Oh, is he thinking about Doing It... share with the class... D doesn't think this is unfair at all, for the record.]

It's not as if anyone else is here to hear me say it. [calm down!!]

[dtective]

Hearing you say it myself is enough.

[He's not telling him ANYTHING about his thoughts, thank you!! His face says enough.]

[pruning]

[Peers at his face hmmmmm!!]

What would you prefer I call it, then?

[dtective]

Don't call it anything!

[STOP... Free him from this.] Just shut up and hold hands with me in peace!

[pruning]

[Doesn't stop... thinks KEPT MAN really loudly just in case.]

Goodness, that temper. Alright, please remain calm. [holding hands in peace... when will they be adult enough to cuddle??]

[dtective]

[When hell freezes over. It's a miracle that they're managing this much, honestly. Leon shoots D a glare for the temper comment, but after that, there's silence. Silence, hand holding, and eventually Leon moving to pour himself another drink. They opened it, he might as well.

This is fine social interaction. He's fine.]

[pruning]

[This is completely fine... D supposes he might as well relax now that Leon is extra tense again (oops), settling back into the couch and pulling his legs up to fold under him. Only he is allowed to put feet on his couch.

He waves his other hand at the table, lazily.] Would you grab mine?

[do things for him just because he asked!!]

[dtective]

[Leon doesn't even question it at this point. Even with one hand, he sets his own drink down to get D's, passing it over before he picks his back up. This seems normal.

What doesn't seem as normal is Count D sitting like that on the couch. Leon stares at him, judging a little.]

I thought you were against feet on the couch.

[pruning]

[Welcome to his secret careless life... just wait until he throws paper forms around the room trying to find one.

Anyway, he accepts his drink and sips it again, giving Leon a look.]

My shoes are clean.

[dtective]

So when you get me some new shoes, I'll put them all over the couch.

[He seems proud of himself for that, leaning back into the couch... and a little into D's shoulder.]

[pruning]

No, you won't.

[He says this so matter-of-factly, it's probably not a surprise.]

It's still my couch.

[dtective]

What? That's not fair! If they're completely clean, what's the difference?

[He wanted to do it...] You're already letting me use it as a bed.

[pruning]

You have an attitude about it. [D, what.... Anyway, it's completely different. Letting him sleep there is charity, letting him put his feet on it is decadence. Only D is allowed decadence, here. To prove this, he extends his legs a little, which naturally just happens to lead to him leaning more against Leon in turn.]

I will find you an ottoman.

[dtective]

[To be fair, the reason he wants to put his feet all over the couch is some sort of weird macho man alpha male mentality, so like... it is a weird attitude. D leaning into him is okay, though.]

That's not the same.

[pruning]

[I bet Leon spreads his knees really wide on public transit...]

It's exactly the same. You're even supposed to put your feet on it.

[dtective]

[He definitely does. Don't you get it, D? That's how they're different! You're not supposed to put your shoes on the couch, so he wants to.]

You don't have any room for an ottoman in here! If you're going to go that far, just get me a bed.

[pruning]

[Leon... stop being five years old...]

What kind of ottoman are you imagining? [They're not that big?? Watch him not address the buying a bed issue, that's too much commitment, goodness.]

[dtective]

[They'd move the table?? He likes the table. What if he just uses the table, instead.]

It doesn't matter what kind, they're not the same! Don't go redecorating if you're only going to worry about the couch.

[pruning]

[Don't use the table either!!]

You're so passionate about putting your feet on the furniture... If you remove your shoes, I will allow it.

[But not on the table. And not if those feet stank.]

[dtective]

[He smiles just a tiny bit at that. That's still not the same, but he'll take it. Just not right this second. They're busy leaning against each other. He doesn't want to ruin this careful balance.]

I'll remember that later.

[pruning]

[Oh, good, it would be annoying if he suddenly pulled away to take off his stupid shoes. D rolls his eyes for good measure, but he's satisfied. Enough to sigh, mostly put upon, and casually rest his head on Leon's shoulder...

do not speak of this.....]

That said, do refrain from leaving your shoes wherever you want.

[dtective]

I'm not as much of a slob as you make me out to be.

[A complete lie, honestly, but he believes it. This is filler conversation, though, for how they're moving closer like this. Their hands are still held in a complete grip, they're leaning into one another and now D is resting his head against him.

Leon only glances out of the side of his vision for now.]

[pruning]

[If he weren't trying to make this as natural-seeming as possible, he would sit up to stare at Leon in disbelief. Really?? Really.]

I've been to your apartment. Beer cans everywhere, food left out... you had left a pair of pants on the floor.