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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[dtective]

[Isn't everything a crisis... But oh. Well, that makes sense...]

Right. [So they're... boyfriends. Or is it just dating before they become official these days? Is there weird Chinese stuff he has to know about dating? Thoughts like this cross his mind briefly, but thankfully, he lets it fall away and decides to just do what he wants and not think so much. That seems to be working.]

Just warn me ahead of time. [Before the date... He needs to be mentally prepared.]

[pruning]

[There isn't any weird Chinese stuff, thankfully... They're whatever, that's what they are. D doesn't have patience for nitpicking about dating conventions when he's already moved onto "stay forever." Humans are so strange.]

I will. [Like, with an hour to spare, maybe.] You're worrying about it. It's perfectly fine.

[stop...]

[dtective]

I'm not worrying.

[He lies and turns his face closer into D. Okay, maybe he is worrying a little. Just stop thinking, Leon, you got this.] There's nothing wrong with needing some prep time. We'll have a great time.

[pruning]

[He's not worrying about their date the same way D isn't worrying about talking to Chris. Perhaps not to the same extreme, but!! Whatever!]

You will have your prep time. [don't WORRY] Speaking of dinner, I suppose we should dine in tonight...

[What mysterious Italian dish should he try to feed Leon this time? Stay tuned.]

[dtective]

[It's fine to panic a little, okay!! It's been ages since he started getting flustered whenever D looked at him too long or got too close. Now that he's actually acknowledging feelings here, it's a bit overwhelming. Sometimes.

Other times, like now, he feels comfortable. He watches D and thinks about weird Italian food and how he can kiss him at any time. It's a nice thought.]

Yeah, I guess so. What kind of stuff do you have?

[pruning]

[No, stop panicking. Only do it to reasonable, cute levels, or D will have to actually worry about it.

But hmm, meanwhile, what kind of food does he have...]

Vegetarian...?

[dtective]

I know that.

[Please!! Ah, but wait, D wouldn't make HIM go vegetarian, would he? Nah, there's no way. He can cook his own meat, he can't be stopped!! Maybe he'll only get it while he's out? Something like that, yeah.]

What about a pizza?

[pruning]

[He'll make meat, he's made meat before!! He just doesn't have any around right now, goodness.]

You want to order a pizza.

[Okay... but that's so American...]

[dtective]

Yeah! Why not?

[Don't they have pizza hut here??? No??] I've been wanting a pizza since I got here.

[pruning]

[He's dumb......]

It will not be what you're expecting, but alright. I suppose we can... order a pizza.

[Except one problem: He's never ordered a pizza in his life. Does he have a phonebook lying around? What year is it??]

[dtective]

Sweet! A pizza's a pizza, I'm sure it'll be fine.

[He's going to lounge back on the couch. D has this, surely. Him and his Italian. He has no idea that D has never done this before... Somehow he can't grasp the idea.] Don't sound so worried about it.

[pruning]

[Spoilers: There is no phonebook here. He's going to have to go out to order this pizza, this is stupid. But before he literally has to go walk a few blocks for a goddamn pizza,]

Hmm. What would you like on it?

[dtective]

I usually just get everything, so since you're not going to want to eat a pizza with meat... Anything else should be fine.

[He pauses.] Nothing weird like anchovies, though.

[pruning]

[Anchovies aren't even vegetarian, asshole... He really doesn't want to get up and go walk to get pizza, sigh.]

Alright, nothing "weird." [...] Are you terribly hungry, right now?

[dtective]

[Look, it was an example!! He can't think of any weird veggies right now, but just in case. Still, that question gets him to look over. Oh, is D being lazy?? (Honestly, he can get that.)]

Not right now. We can wait a while.

[pruning]

[Just wait, now he'll order veggies Leon hasn't even heard of!! But later, because it's certainly lazy time. Walking, ew...]

Hmm. [He'll just settle in here, then.] I don't have a phone book. I will have to walk.

[dtective]

I don't mind walking, too. How far is it?

[Down the street is easy?? Is he going to end up fetching this pizza. Maybe...]

[pruning]

[Haha oh yeah, now he has a big, strong moron to fetch things for him. Nice boyfriend privilege, that one.]

Only a few blocks. It's straight down the road, not a single turn.

[dtective]

That sounds easy enough. [Just give him money and a paper with the order and shove him down the road, tbh.]

As long as they're not closing anytime soon, we don't have to worry about it right away.

[pruning]

[That's cute, he's a great fetching boy.]

It is your pizza. Just say the word.

[dtective]

...Yeah.

[It's weird to just decide when he wants to spend D's money on food. Maybe he's still hung up on the whole not having a job thing. Hrmm. Well, right now, what does he want to do...?

He glances around the room, at the weird lamp, the table, and then back at D. More gay staring is apparently what he wants to do right now.]

Let's just wait for a while.

[pruning]

[Gay staring is fine. D is pretty good with gay staring. He could probably gay stare all night and forget the pizza, honestly. That would be plenty of time to consider how Leon is all his now, and instead of sending him out to get pizza he could just keep him right here all evening, and other things that border on dangerously possessive.

But eventually Leon probably has to eat, so after an undetermined length of Gay Staring time one of his ancient clocks chimes, and he reluctantly glances at it.]

Goodness, is that the time already? [perhaps it is indeed Pizza Hour]

[dtective]

Oh, uh...

[Were they gay staring for that long... What the fuck. What the fuck?? He shifts, making sure D isn't going to fall over as he stands up from the couch. He's fine, this is fine.]

I guess now's a good time to get that pizza.

[pruning]

[Don't panic too much about gay staring, D still has to write him an order note and grab him some money. He'll putter around to do that for a bit, hang on.

Soon: the items. He doodled a little map on the back of the note, even though it's literally down the street until there's an X.]

Here you are. You shouldn't have to say anything.

[dtective]

[Leon's all ready to go and waiting by the time the note is actually handed to him. He stares at it, like it might make sense eventually, and accepts the money.]

Hopefully they don't try any friendly conversation.

[He'll be clueless. But well, this is the first step towards learning... or something.] Alright. I'll be right back.

[Off he goes on this Quest... if he hasn't returned in a normal amount of time then save him. But he'll probably make it back with the right pizza and everything!! What a good bf.]