90s sadness and gay???

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[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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[Charmed by an idiot... But yes, he is in fact happy that D is finally eating. At least until that question.]

Great! [He says it again, like it's normal, but he is a little flushed over it.] What's wrong with saying great?

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Nothing! I'm very flattered.

[He just has to call him out a little, no big deal...]

I am looking forward to it.

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[Bury him here. Saying he's looking forward to it calmly just makes Leon less calm? But it's fine, he's stuffing his face with pizza. After a moment he'll reply.]

...Yeah, me too. [He hopes he'll stop having heart attacks over this soon.

And maybe D will wake up at a reasonable hour!]

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[Good luck getting him out of bed at a reasonable time... The aloof and mysterious facade is about to be well and truly shattered, to be replaced by "fussy jerk does nothing but bitch before noon."

For now, he just eats his pizza slice daintily.]

Finish your dinner, dear.

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I'm working on it!

[Ugh!! He'll enjoy grumpy D, probably. It'll be cute in a weird way, even if surprising. For now, he eats his pizza, and when he's done he'll push his plate out of the way. Instead of actually picking it up and putting it in the sink or something...]

Phew, I'm stuffed! [He really liked Real Pizza without meat, imagine that.]

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[Slob.... at least he ate. D is really only going to have this one slice, and yet he's still going to be the one getting up when he's done to clear off this table.

Just sit there and settle while he cleans up.]

No room for dessert?

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No way.

[Dessert... he should have known. He leans back in his chair and watches D clean things up like the bum he is.] Are you going to have something?

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Yes. [Of course he is... He needs to eat a whole cake ASAP.]

I could save some for tomorrow...?

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[D...]

I'm not trying to stop you. Go ahead. [Eat it all!! He'll just watch. How's that for payback. Or he'll watch for like a minute before he can't and just goes to take a shower, probably.]

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[He will!! He might have saved some for Leon, but he supposes if there's no demand, he won't bother... a great bf.

Anyway, presumably Leon goes off to shower, leaving D to fetch and eat cake and think about the time. It will probably be late enough to justify crawling into bed once Leon returns, and what does Leon have to sleep in? Ah. D spends several minutes considering this while he finishes enough of his cake and puts the rest neatly away.

Perhaps he'll just... wait here, on the couch... instead of going to his own bedroom. It's a process.

...But actually that's stupid, so maybe he'll go fuss around in a closet for more pillows. Great plan.]

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[He's got... nothing to sleep in. Nothing but normal clothes. So, he puts his jeans back on when he gets out of the shower, but it seems a little weird to put his shirt back on, too. Especially if they're just going to go to bed...

Whatever, D has seen him shirtless before. So he steps up from behind D at this closet, peering inside.]

Need any help?

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[Gross jeans in his pristine bed?? First order of business tomorrow will be buying Leon some pajamas, goodness. He doesn't startle when Leon comes up behind him, but rather shoves a pillow at him without looking around and peers at whatever other random linens he has in this spare linen closet, like he's a real person who has guests often. Does he need other blankets...? Probably not.

Oh-] That one is yours. Do you need another?

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Uhhh, no. One's fine...

[He stares down at this pillow he's holding, squeezing it a few times in his hand.] You keep extras?

[Exactly what he's wondering... Just what kind of guests does the Count have over??]

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Of course. [Why wouldn't he... Naturally, that pillow is brand new in every sense except how long it's been in this closet, because he's a lonely plant who doesn't have guests ever, but still. He's pretending to be normal??] Did you think I was having Chris sleep on the floor somewhere?

[Honestly!!!]

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Oh, right... I forgot about that.

[He quickly wipes the images of D having more intimate company out of his head. (Why would more intimate company worry about extra pillows? Who knows.) Stepping back, he keeps the pillow clutched to him.] I don't really have any pjs, so I'll have to sleep in my jeans.

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[He forgot about Chris, how cruel... D shuts the closet door, turning to give Leon's jeans a Look but saying nothing.]

We'll find something for you tomorrow. Come with me. [Off... to bed!! To his overly fancy bed in his overly fancy bedroom. That pillow is the cheapest thing in the room except for maybe Leon's jeans.

D waves at the bed, indicating that Leon can go get comfortable while D goes to get changed into silk pajamas that look just like his regular clothes, but plainer. He has a screen for this purpose, but why?? It's a mystery.]

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[His jeans are out of place here. He's out of place here?? This is D's room... Immediately, he wants to look at everything, but he's not going to get kicked out on the first day he's allowed in. Instead, he moves over to the bed and crawls in to make himself comfortable, his pillow and all.

It leaves him with extra time to wait awkwardly, and so he finds himself glancing over to watch the screen. A screen... How over the top does this guy get...]

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[Just focus on the bed, it's obscenely comfortable. It should probably be illegal to be that comfortable.

D doesn't take long, depositing his other clothes elsewhere before actually getting into bed. He's thirsty, but he doesn't want to seem too thirsty, see... He's totally calm, immediately propping himself on his elbow to look at Leon some more.]

Relax.

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I'm totally relaxed.

[He's stiff... Sitting up a little too much for being in a bed, and facing forward instead of D. But he'll shift now to try and fix that, closing his eyes to focus. Yeah... if he doesn't think about how D is next to him, then he can relax a little more into the softness of this bed.]

Man, it's been so long since I've had a good bed to sleep on... [Did his apartment bed even count as good? Mysteries.]

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[This isn't the passably romantic bedtime he was expecting at all, what gives? How can Leon keep going back and forth between perfectly fine and 10 years old??]

You're welcome...? [??? What does he say to that? Ugh, the least Leon could do is look at him. He shifts a little closer, putting his free hand on Leon's arm. Helloooo.....]

Are you going to ignore me in my own bed? Come here. [HUG HIM!!! god]

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...I was getting there.

[He was trying to be casual. And work up the nerve. But well, this makes it a lot easier... He blinks and rolls on his side at the touch, putting an arm around D to pull them flush together. And then he just sort of looks down at him...]

Better?

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[Ah, now who's 10 years old... D's still judging himself a little for being so easily thrilled by this basic affection, but honestly, he's getting what he wants after all this time...!!

He tilts his head up for a kiss, brief but long enough to hide the dumb face he makes. Goodness.]

Much, thank you.

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[D's pretty small... That's Leon's first, eloquent thought. It feels like he can really tug him close, so he slips his hand down to the small of his back to keep him there. His next thought is that D is really pretty...

What embarrassing thoughts. His eyes trace down and up to land on his lips, and so he leans back down for another short kiss. He doesn't know what to say just yet, so maybe that will do.]

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[Now he's being held like this... He's going to melt, this is the end. Or rather, he shifts to lay his hands lightly on Leon's chest and kiss him back, any hints that he is just as much of a dweeb about this efficiently hidden.

At least until he can't help but drum his fingers on Leon's chest, hmm. Hmm!!]

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[Drumming fingers... that cuts off his deep, romantic staring before he can make any more moves. Is that... D being impatient? Or wanting to say something? Or is he bored?]

What? [Leon figures asking is better than trying to guess.]