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]

[That really shouldn't be cute, be on notice for the day that's not cute anymore. Whenever that is.]

I said "earn," my dear... [don't stare at him, he'll actually maybe kinda blush a little. He's blushing, end his life.]

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[Leon does what's probably worse than pointing it out: he says nothing and stares. Those are pink cheeks, aren't they... It's cute. The hand that had brushed hair aside touches one of D's cheeks, and Leon is at a loss for words. He feels like such a doof, just staring quietly like this, but D is pretty...]

[pruning]

[Stop staring at him... That's D's thing. There's nowhere else to look when they're this close, either.]

...Leon.

[dtective]

H-huh?

[He's caught off guard by his name, blinking a few times but still not looking away. How does he stop staring now that they have this...!!]

[pruning]

[Wow... He won't have to figure it out, since now D is wiggling his other hand up to just put it over his eyes with a short sigh. Stop staring!!]

[dtective]

[What... that's not fair!! Leon's reaction to that is to frown before his hands move to pinch at D's cheeks.]

[pruning]

[Like that is fair?? D's not removing this hand even for juvenile pinching.]

What is that for?

[dtective]

Because you're covering my eyes. Your cheeks were pink, I'm just giving them reason to be.

[Piiiiinch...]

[pruning]

If you would refrain from staring... [ugh] Let go of my face, dear.

[dtective]

It's not my fault I can't see where I'm grabbing.

[He wiggles his pinching fingers for a bit longer before he has mercy and lets go. He's too proud of himself for acting like a child...]

[pruning]

[He deserves... every petty thing D does for the next week. Or rather, D waits an extra couple seconds after Leon lets go to pull his hand away from his eyes finally, out of principle, and continues to not-really-frown at him.]

I've never met a more impossible man than you.

[dtective]

But I guess I'm your type, huh?

[Now he's gotten to the stage where he'll occasionally rub this in. Yeah, he might be a dork, but you like him! That sort of thing. He'll take what he can get. He's still smiling, so at least there's that.]

[pruning]

[Ah, time to break up with him to spare himself the shame, good point. He slides both his hands to the back of Leon's neck and threads his fingers together.]

Yes, I'm just so attracted to arguing and secondhand smoke.

[half true]

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You haven't kicked me out yet.

[He's learning. D better deal with this quickly!! For right now, he's just going to enjoy their closeness with another kiss to D's jaw... this is fine. This isn't bad at all. Will they get any sleep? Maybe not as early as he usually does, but... That's okay. He doesn't have work to worry about right now.]

[pruning]

I'd have you sleep in one of the back rooms, first.

[You know, with the animals. This is a step up from leaving him in a gutter, at least, and this time he won't reiterate how crazy he is with that "never ever let you leave" business. Keeping him placated with kisses is working...]

And you would have to make your own meals.

[dtective]

I think I'd rather be out on the streets at that point.

[Don't put him in with the animals. And most of all, don't make him cook when he doesn't know what the hell anything says!! There's no instant ramen here, or if there is, it's hidden in some weird section he finds impossible to navigate in the store. He's useless.]

[pruning]

[He is useless. That's okay, essentially helpless in basic life skills is also D's type?? It's fine.]

Then how fortunate you are that I'm as fond of you as I am.

[See, he also can speak about his feelings. Sort of.]

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Hmm.

[That's what he says to that, even if he is pleased to hear it from D's mouth. Fond of him, huh... He leans forward to kiss him for that, lingering there a moment longer before he flops back against the pillows on the bed.]

How long are we gonna lie here just chatting? [He's so rOMANTIC]

[pruning]

[For about five seconds, Leon was almost smooth. D will have to remember those seconds, as they will never return. He gives the ceiling a weary look before turning onto his side to stare at Leon instead. Judging...]

You insisted on going to bed at this hour. I daresay it's up to you.

[dtective]

[Up to him... Hm. Well, yes, he wanted to lie around and smooch a little, and he definitely got that. Now, though, they were running out of things to say, and it was making him a little nervous! He doesn't know why he should be nervous when they've both said their feelings. Maybe it's just that this is all new to him.

It shouldn't be all that different...

He rolls on his side to wrap one of his arms around D, holding him close as he kisses idly at the top of his head. That's... more than what he can say, he thinks.]

[pruning]

[Well, it's not chatting. D blinks, somehow still surprised like all of this affection is novel. Which it kind of is, in his defense, but still - embarrassing. It only takes him a moment to settle in against Leon, content with this. Cuddling, but like, not humiliating the way he is genuinely humiliated by the word cuddling.

Work in progress.]

Hmm. Good night, then?

[dtective]

[He is honestly exhausted from... his life lately. Today made things a lot easier, but it was still an emotional rollercoaster, and now it's nice to just have his eyes get heavy and be able to hold onto D. Maybe that's lame... Heck, it's super lame. But...

It's nice. His fingers curl a bit into D's pajamas as he kisses once more, this time a lot softer since he's letting himself get tired. This time, he doesn't have to worry at all about him slipping away.]

Yeah. G'night, Count.