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[ saitama's secret stash...

...is something of a misnomer. there's nothing really secret about it, for one; the man doesn't have a lot of space to work with, and everything there is to see in his home is more or less in plain sight. he doesn't have much to hide, made abundantly clear every time genos performs a thorough bi-weekly sweep of their surroundings.

sensei, this flyer is from last month...
don't mind it, it doesn't expire for a while, you know?

the coupons tend to be long-expired, but genos won't say a thing. it's better to live and let live, or on those cases, not let his sensei know so he can pick up any wanted groceries in his stead. saitama doesn't need to know the real price. if he wants to keep thinking the value is worth something in the long run, so be it. frugality is one of his dozens of virtues, anyway.

what passes for the stash is typically nothing more than the latest magazines, advertisements, and other paraphernalia well-stocked by genos to ensure that sensei is continuing to thrive. originally it started out as something of a team effort (though saitama really hadn't seen the need at the time), growing into more and more of genos's side project over time. it makes sense, what with how busy sensei is these days. there's always a squabble here, a fight there, the here association pulling at their ears all the while...

lately saitama isn't even around, which leaves his young ward to his own devices, more often than not. there's no problem in it when genos has plenty of things to study, hero duties he can catch up on, plus the occasional tune-up at dr. kuseno's lab.

which leads him to wonder: what in the world is with this growing pile of discs in the living room?

video games... genos knows of them. his years spent as a cyborg of justice doesn't mean he's forgotten the past, forgotten some of the things which used to fill his spare time. but why are they filling sensei's? surely his hours could be better spent climbing the ranks of the association, just as he encouraged genos to do. not that sensei doesn't know best; he probably has a plan he hasn't told genos of yet, doing things in his own way. sensei, after all, is the strongest man the world has ever seen. what does ranking have to do with it?

at this point it's purely speculation. they could be here due to any number of things. there's no telling they belong to saitama in the first place. it's entirely possible they might have something to do with how much time he spends around the s-class's seventh best. as for why king would be influencing him to bring home piles and piles of games, it's beyond genos's reasoning. is it for training? it has to be for training.

now he's drawn a conclusion, able to proceed with no issues. a little tidying is fine, far from unwelcome, and sensei will appreciate it. if he asks, it's very possible they could play together too, like he does with the king.

if...oh.

wait.

a lot of these don't look like they're for two players at all...

and that is how the biomechanical boy has found himself sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the afternoon, transfixed by a now-empty jewel case with a scantily-clad girl on the packaging, her moans on the television screen ringing in his ears.

training. this is for training. sensei just needed a little...brushing up on how to talk to women. judging from how genos has fared in his game so far, he doesn't seem to have the same trouble. if anything, it's been all too easy to win over this virtual girl's affections and lure her into the bedroom. surely they don't act this way in the real world, too. genos's fanclub throwing themselves at them left and right is harrowing enough! ]

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[ there. that's an undignified screech if genos has ever heard it, thankfully too far gone to address it. his answering rumble is far more subtle in comparison, concentrated on dialing down every sweep of his hands, coming to a halt inside of sonic and letting his energetic pumping still. he won't have to ask after him this time around, beginning to learn where the fine line is between too much stimulation and easing him through this crucial cooldown period.

what a mess. he's managed to catch the majority of it before it could spill all over sonic and onto the floor, but it begs the question: what does he do with it from here? reluctantly pull away to find the nearest trashcan or box of tixxues? no—that would mean having to peel away, a fate worse than being dismembered by the ugliest, nastiest enemy his imagination can conjure. a long look down at sonic and the hidden area he's clutching at has him sighing, reluctantly wringing his arm away to...bring his hand up to his own mouth, give it a cursory lick. it's about what he expects from the last time, and though it won't be a thorough cleaning by any stretch of the imagination, it's better than making a further contribution to their already ruinous state. besides, it's one more way to know him. he's tasted worse things.

did sonic catch that? hopefully not. genos would hate to drag him out of the moment and back into reality, where things aren't as dull and muddled, soft and hazy, not unlike the tip of genos's tongue abruptly chasing a trickle of sweat down the side of the other man's neck after his preoccupation's been seen to. he dawdles there for a while longer, face shoving inward with a noisy breath. it'd figure that sonic is the one who climaxes, yet here genos is acting as though he's gotten caught under the post-coital haze himself, boneless and heavy, snuffling through the ebony sheet of his hair like he doesn't have a care in the world.

by and large, he really doesn't, short of maintaining his weight to keep from shoving sonic completely prone to the floor. he's still buried inside of him, after all, gingerly making an exit to wipe his fingers off on something more trivial, like a forgotten stack of takeout napkins no one's going to notice. whatever, it's fine. it'll be dealt with accordingly when the time arises, when huddling as close to sonic as humanly possible suddenly loses all its appeal. if that can even happen. ]

[ considering the mess they've already made, it really doesn't matter in the long-run how genos reclaims his mostly clean state, nor is sonic in any state of mind to give any consideration to it. hell, he could have wiped himself off on the ninja for all he cares, though there's no telling if he'd laugh outright at the action, or end up kicking him where the sun doesn't shine regardless of it being a futile effort at best.

a content sigh follows his heaving for air, fanning out into something more subtle and soft while he comes down from his high. the atmosphere around them is still heavily drenched in a thick sheet of air, though it disperses little by little as the seconds pass them by, mirroring the slow crawl he makes of finally lowering himself to the floor fully. his friend could have supported what little weight he'd burdened him with for ages, this much is true, but with the tension now lifted from his limbs, sonic would much rather be at a complete state of rest without steel digging into meaty flesh. many bruises litter his body as it is, tiny pangs that serve to remind him of the rigorous coupling they'd somehow slipped into.

with that in mind, sonic raises two fingers to brush against the livid splotch at the corner of his neck. okay, so maybe it was only genos who went out of his way to be so... animated and beast-like. at some point he'll have to praise him for it, but for now it brings a tiny, tired grin to his features, relaxing the hand on top of the flattened pillow next to his head. ]

... hm. [ he'll need another second or two to get his wits about him, eyes peacefully shut. rousing himself takes some time, but eventually he shifts to rest halfway on his side, tucking an arm snugly between the crease where a jawline ends to support his head. ] Told you I missed them.

[ there's no question as to what he's speaking of, yet he'll still stretch towards the other man with his unoccupied hand, gingerly dust digits along the first set of knuckles within his reach. normally he wouldn't attempt prolonged contact like this, remaining a bit flighty in response to tender gestures. thankfully sonic's in the right mood to initiate it, still drugged from the intense climax, the comfortable warmth of the room, and the knowledge that all of this combined is due to the cyborg hovering above him sticking to the forefront of his thoughts. ]

[ this was inevitable. he knew sonic didn't plan on staying upright for very much longer—who would, in his condition—yet it's still unfortunate to have to let go, leaving him to find a more comfortable position. they shouldn't have done this on the bare floor, should have found something to accommodate them better than a handful of throw pillows long past their prime. even a blanket could've done the trick, something to cover sonic up with after, keep him warm once the sweat's evaporated off his skin and his languid laziness fades away.

when he parts, so too does genos's confidence. is this the part where he fetches him something? a bottle of water, maybe one of those wrapped fried buns as a pick-me-up? or...

or he could hover, slide down to lay parallel to him, dangling on the precipice of wanting to invade his space but not quite knowing if that's okay or not, if he's needing a moment to himself to recover. although it doesn't match with past behavior, this is only the fourth full experience they've shared here, which is hardly enough time to establish any sort of a record to rely upon. there isn't enough data to support it. arguably this is only the first since they've started coming to terms with figuring out who and what they are, so it just complicates matters all the more. he could always ask, seeing as how crowding him unceremoniously would probably get him kicked in the teeth outright. ]

...— [ he could do that. he could also let his hand be grazed, flex it underneath his touch and shuffle a little closer until they're sharing body heat again. he wants to do so much more, smother him, reach between his legs and coax him for a second, third, and fourth round while the moon sets. instead he blinks placidly, drowning out the news anchor who's been droning behind them this entire time. funny how it's taken so long to trickle back into his ears when he was distracted by more pressing matters. ] I never doubted it.

[ but are they really so skilled? he won't deny he's done some studying in his downtime to master his technique. practice makes perfect, however, and the road to total mastery is a long one. sensei said something like that once, though he was probably just parroting an old movie full of nonsense. ]

[ skilled or no, genos is trying, he's learning, and that's all that really matters in the grand scheme of things. were sonic in a more coherent state, he'd lay on a little bit of praise, honestly, firmly pat him on the arm for another job well done. until then the smaller brushes will have to do, vision masked by heavy eyelids while he proceeds with the ministrations— ]

... ? [ cracks his eyes half-mast once the shift is made, silently staring up at his new floor buddy. if he knew all of the worries running through genos's mind, he'd be more than happy to flick his nose, pinch his cheeks in a repeat performance of all the other times he's accomplished such a feat. as usual he's none the wiser, finding nothing wrong with the shared space, nor the way the small distance between them is closed further. it's amusing, a little endearing, and easily makes way for his hand to flip over and offer a slightly curled palm for the cyborg to do with as he pleases. ] Don't you ever.

[ to top this all off, he'll crane his neck with no hesitation, plant the softest of kisses at the corner of his friend's lips. ]

[ there's nothing constructive he can really say to that. not that sonic's looking for anything, probably—this is a classic case of pillow talk, isn't it? if they don't count their early morning banter behind a pair of closed curtains, this would make for yet another first.

everything is so new to genos. just when he thinks he's gotten some of it figured out, he's turned upside down and inside out all over again. it's different from learning how to fight, from learning how to train your mind so your mechanical body can follow suit and become stronger, or at least more competent in your capabilities. different, but no less harrowing. there's definitive proof at how far they've come when he's not being made fun of every single step of the way, though he's sure to hear some ribbing before the day is through, knowing them. he can take it, no problem.

he can take sonic's hand, too, though it doesn't progress past a feather-light touch in mild, curious examination. the difference in their sizes, while not pronounced, is still significant enough to cause him to contemplate it for a beat before moving on to the rest of sonic. it hadn't dawned on him until now just how rough with him he may have been, finally noticing the new line of bruises and marks that litter him so. did he really do so much, go so far? at the time it seemed like they'd barely done anything, with one another, to one another. ]

...I may have overdone it. A little. [ regret isn't the right way to describe what colors his tone, because he doesn't, not really. there's no shame in what he's doing, not if sonic enjoys it, is the one who brought it upon himself by playing along with such an energetic and potentially-forceful partner. inexperience aside, there ate telltale clues strewn here and there to give a fair indicator of what his secret personality may be like, a more private hue than what the general public's come to expect of their so-called demon cyborg. ]

[ there were no expectations from a simple statement, no. actually, he'd gone into this whole... thing they're doing with no real path to follow, no goals in mind other than the obvious. contrasting the former human's experiences, sonic's never given a second thought to anyone other than himself, his ideals and objectives. even an inkling of a crush hadn't ever struck him at a young age, much less now in his mid-twenties where he's starting to develop something that may or may not resemble that. he isn't in denial anymore, just uncertain of how to cross the lines of friendship—yet another foreign concept to a selfish, driven villain—and compact his feelings down to a singular word or phrase.

i might like you. is that all there is to it? a lot more pondering needs to go into his daily routine, though he'll never admit that this is on his mind more often than not, especially when they converse back and forth on a daily basis. perhaps they can come to some kind of answer together, genos is really good at making sense of everything sonic's never considered... ]

Hm? [ comes back from the brief daze he'd gotten lost in, eyes now wide and attentive as they draw upward to the other man's face. ] I like it.

[ sure, he'll later send obnoxious texts complaining about the damage, how irritating it is to cover it up, but sonic they'll be harsh jokes at best. they'd already established at some point in time how he doesn't particularly mind it, neither the sting or the markings, not when he's covered almost head to foot in scars to begin with. a couple dashes of bruises won't do him any harm. ]

That's obvious. [ is he gloating? with genos it's hard to tell; however, his free hand follows where his line of sight eventually has to stop, fingertips splayed over some of the more interesting designs he's inflicted. these aren't like the crisscrossing scars which cover sonic head to toe, worth examining more than war wounds he doubts he'll ever hear the full story behind. he doesn't have a desperate need to know, anyway.

but there are thousands of things he still doesn't know about sonic. everyone has their secrets, sure, but barring his obvious hobbies, the guy is a total enigma. it's a start contrast between his sensei, the other obvious figurehead in his life, who's practically an open book by this point. his family life is about the only thing he never brings up, perhaps rightfully so, if the company he keeps is any indicator.

now doesn't seem like the right moment to break that trend. a visual memorization will serve genos's purposes just fine, machinery humming in his unintended crude equivalent of a feline purr. ] I will make a note. [ it's hardly how he set out to originally treat sonic, having specific goals in mind, a certain...rose-tinted method of approaching someone he's grown to enjoy the company of, but they'd been apart for so long, and something unspeakable of inside him grew restless and unrelenting, somehow. probably the leftovers of teenaged lust he'd never quite become properly acquainted with. or maybe it's the side effects of coping with a missing attachment he'd only just started to get accustomed to. ]

[ keeping himself a mystery isn't actively done, though it isn't to say if he were asked outright about personal matters that he wouldn't shoot down the idea, scoff and tell the culprit to mind their own business. this is something he appreciates about genos, how he doesn't go around snooping for his own amusement, badger sonic with question after question over his past, his scars. will that day ever come? this so-called redundant ninja is still undecided on if he'd give any wiggle room if so, even if he understands that any and all intentions are sincere, wanting to actually get to know his friend without any underlying motives.

as for his own curiosity... well, he's already gotten all the answers he needed, ranging from the mundane—does he have a sense of taste, what he does in his spare time, how his body ticks and operates—to the more complicated—how he feels about him, the confession still stuck somewhere at the forefront of his thoughts; where he came from and how exactly he became the demon cyborg was never given a second thought. sonic may be many things, but he's definitely no hypocrite. they can share everything and more in due time, or leave it to rest for all of eternity.

for now he'll focus on the simpler things. a softer smirk graces his features, idly squirming his fingers still attached to genos's hand. ] In one of your notebooks? [ this is a thing to pique his curiosity, gaze wandering over to a stack in the corner of the room he caught in his peripheral vision earlier. ] I wanna see them.

[ at least the first few, anyway. he's still blind to whatever nonsense genos scribbled down on their first encounter. ]

[ ah, yes. the pile of notebooks that have steadily increased in number as the months roll by. they still pale in comparison to the amount of information genos has gathered on saitama—a molehill next to a mountain. ]

...you'll laugh. They won't be of interest of you. [ full of charts, diagrams, lists, nothing that could hold sonic's already minuscule attention span for more than a minute or two. then he'll hoard his not-so-secrets to use against genos later on when he's least expecting.

or maybe...there's the off chance he won't think anything of it beyond mild flattery that the cyborg truly does wishes to commit even the most mundane details of his person to his vast memory. it's exhaustive, to say the least, the kind of notes he's always taking. he figures they're going to get him somewhere in the long run, better to know too much than too little when it comes to any given topic.

either way, he hasn't explicitly said no. that could easily be due to watching sonic's fingers, his face, tilting inward to share a wisp of his breath and little else. it's not worth cutting off the conversation just yet. ]

[ moving does sound like an awful idea, doesn't it? then again, there's not that much room to cross. genos could easily stretch away without covering more than a few inches, crawl back and settle in like he'd never been gone to begin with.

it's not terribly important. and yet... ] I might laugh. [ at least he's honest, shuffling a half an inch closer and upward so they're more face to face, getting up in his personal space by pushing their noses together lightly. ] But I'm definitely interested.

[ why wouldn't he be, anyway? it's about him, after all, and even if his attitude and personality's changed by tiny leaps, he's still arrogant in his own way. contrary to popular believe, however, this has to do with genos, not his narcissism, wanting to just see what goes on in that mind of his when he looks or speaks to sonic. ]

[ plus, in favor of sonic, there are at least half a dozen things that could be accomplished simply by rolling from one end of the room to the other, and back again. ] ... [ arguing is difficult when there isn't much space for it to begin with, and any new protests die on genos's lips before they can be fully formed. ] Fine.

[ he will, at least, move to stand up fully, on the pretense of shuffling to the kitchen sink for some long-belated cool, camp cloths. he bites down on the urge to grab some cleaning supplies along the way, knowing that any potential stains in the floorboards aren't going to get any worse if they continue to be ignored for the next hour or possibly longer.

with marginally cleaner hands and the minimal supplies for sonic as well, he's back in the blink of an eye to hand them and what's likely the most worn and weary notebook on the corner table over to him. he won't bother to grace him while the investigation commences, choosing instead to tidy up the area they'll be inhabiting for the remainder of the evening. this is typical of genos, though he's never done it in the long term when any visit here tended not to last more than a quarter of the day at the most. there's no telling when saitama would barge in, after all. ]

[ oh, right. cleaning up had to happen sooner or later, didn't it? he's used to being in various messy states, so he'd completely forgotten that this had to be done sooner or later, wordlessly accepting the offerings once he's in an upright position. instead of going through the notebook right away, he does a sloppy wipe here and there on his body, going so far as to pat at the small splattering still lingering on the floorboards.

... eh. it'll do. genos can scrub away all he wants when sonic's gone, having a feeling he'd like nothing more than to dust and polish the area they'd been inhabiting. when said cyborg comes close enough, he'll pass the dirtied cloth to him, briefly watch with a sharp gaze as he goes about his business some more. ]

... ! [ the clothes that were removed prior to their fun has the wheels turning in his head, one item in particular that's precariously hanging off the television. before genos can take it away, whether he planned on dressing himself or set the thing aside, sonic'll snatch the cyborg's hoodie with a mischievous cackle that closely resembles the loud nyahaha noises he'd made earlier. with it now in his clutches, he takes no time in sliding it over his form. pleased over the larger size that gives him enough room to slide the hem of the material snugly under his rear, sonic tucks his legs close to his chest and opens the flimsy book he'd ignored up until now. ]

[ for the most part genos is simply clearing them a path, building a nest, as it were. it feels a bit too presumptuous on his part to pull out a futon, especially when it's still early in the evening, so he'll skip it in favor of finding a few small pillows more, the bedclothes they'd otherwise hunker down in for the night. they're more for sonic's sake than genos's own, going off the assumption he may need something to keep him warm besides— ]

—... [ of course. why reach for a scrap of his outfit when he can use someone else's? this shouldn't be as attractive as it is, yet he can't help but stop and stare for a moment with a spare blanket slung over his shoulder. maybe it's something about the blood-red material dwarfing sonic compared to when he's wearing it, or the fact his legs have been left bare...regardless, it takes much longer than it should for him to snap out of it and crouch over him to see what sonic sees.

at least this isn't where any of juicy contents are. this is back during the time when sonic had evolved into something of a weekly pest here in his and sensei's apartment. he was trying to figure out who the ninja really was underneath the surface, what drove him to come to call time and time again...and if there's some personal speculation over his favorite pizza toppings to boot, well, that's par for the course. ]

[ genos will be largely ignored, too engrossed in finding out the most insignificant secrets hidden away within these pages. unsurprisingly, sonic's expressions will vary with every sentence, going from a impish upward curve to his lip, down to the tiniest of frowns, back to an amused expression with a low, short laugh to follow. ]

Stupid... [ that's not directed towards the blond-headed man looming in back, not right this second, but a past him who thought it was necessary to keep and tape the scrap of paper he'd used months ago to remind himself that sonic doesn't like milk. another second passes by before that sinks in, his face suddenly unreadable, less animated than he'd been a moment ago. there's something hot starting to burn at the center of his chest, guiding the heat upward to dust at his ears and back of his neck. why's he getting so flustered all of a sudden?

no, no, he doesn't need to dwell on the reasons, needs to stay in the here and now to soak everything up. a fleeting glance is tossed over his shoulder, reaching to tug genos down, have him take a seat where he'd been crouching. this makes it easier for sonic to use him as a backrest, settling into a comfortable slump after he's flipped to a new section. ]

You must've taken a lot of good notes in school. [ an idle observation, choosing to speak it out loud for the sake of casual conversation, if his friend wanted that at all to begin with. it doesn't matter in the long run, sonic's got plenty to do already, after all. ]

[ down is good, too. so is any idle talk to help fill in the gaps since genos had wandered, seeing as how the novelty of the television has already begun to wear thin. too bad the remote is nowhere to be found...they'll get there sooner or later. ]

...yes. [ admitting obvious truths are as easy as breathing. no one really notices this from genos—save saitama, naturally, who tends to notice more than people give him credit for. ] My grades were perfect. [ something he used to take a fair amount of pride in until it all became irrelevant to him.

since that isn't worth unearthing from the grave it's been buried in for years, the blanket becomes the star of the scene, spreading it over sonic's legs now that he doesn't have to worry about using it as a buffer for his own metal frame. thus far it's one of the few drawbacks he's come to discover when they're together like this. if sonic delves a little deeper, he may even find a blurb on that as well, accompanied with theories on how that can be best offset, save for the modifications doctor kuseno was always more than willing to make so his ward could be more...lifelike in design. ]

[ a good-natured bump against the underside of genos's chin is his first course of action, following it up with a snort. ] Nerd. [ it's impressive, certainly, but someone like sonic wouldn't outright applaud him for all those efforts he'd put into school of all things. the importance of it alludes the elder of the two, having been the rambunctious, trouble-making sort who only tried his hardest in physical education.

it's all water under the bridge, anyway... unlike a line that reads every variation of annoying pest, using the back of his hand to smack at whenever it happens to land on when he hoists it backwards. ] You're lucky I still like you. [ more jokes despite the glowering down at the words, quickly leafing to a diagram instead— ]

... ? [ are those stats on his feet? oh, now it's of his hands... ] What the heck? I don't even know half of this stuff about myself.

True. [ why deny it when he's been called far worse, and picked on for things much more trivial than that?

he'll largely ignore most of the rest, too lulled by sonic's presence to really care. their flames may have waned in the short stretch of time it's taken for them to get rearranged, find a new distraction sonic won't let go of, but the embers are still smoldering. it feels liberating to sit like this and not have to wonder about where to put his hands, the limbs of his body, or feel stifled by what he used to treat as such an...obtrusive obligation, to entertain purely for politeness's sake.

lucky, sonic says. he isn't wrong. genos won't address that part, though. ]

The information was vital at the time. [ ah, should he elaborate, he may as well... ] In case matters turned sour. [ because how often do heroes and self-described villains get along cordially, let alone coexist for more than five minutes without wanting to be at each other's throats? ]

[ funny how things change in such a short amount of time. sonic himself hadn't put much thought into it besides the obvious, but seeing it now here on these pages—the gradual change in tone, how carefully thought out everything starts to become, much more detailed than anyone has any right to be—shines a light to how far they've come.

in an uncharacteristic bout of bashfulness, the ninja hunches his shoulders up in an attempt to shield himself. not that he really needs to, genos isn't even able to directly look at him, much less gaze at him fully, but he'll take the urge for what it is, going so far as to flip the hood of his attire up and over his head. ] That's dumb. [ very articulate. maybe there's something to be said about focusing on academics after all. ] You should've just written about my perfect ass instead.

[ no doubt he has in some number of volumes following the one held in his hands. alas, those he won't get to this evening, already feeling a tad overwhelmed despite being the one who made this request in the first place. sonic will still see it to the end, not one to leave anything half-finished irregardless of his comfort levels. ]

[ funny he should mention it... ]

The fourth book. Nine pages, not including diagrams. [ and now that genos has some recent additions to make, there's a good chance he'll be including several more pages on top of it. thirteen is his current estimate, perhaps more, depending on where the rest of the year winds up taking them.

has sonic seen too much yet? based off of his body language, hiding behind a hood which won't conceal him in the slightest, it looks as though he has. reading the atmosphere is tricky; he doesn't appear to have taken major offense, not exactly. without being able to put a finger on the intricacies of it, there's nothing genos can do save for watching in relative silence, chin digging into one of those scrunched shoulders far harder than he ought to. it's an ongoing learning process to determine when and when not to be delicate around sonic, often misjudging his own strength. ]

[ he's grinding into a sore spot, but that doesn't matter, not when the ridiculousness of this all hits sonic the second after he's informed of the extent of his studying. thus he barks out a series of laughter, head tipped back as he continues the ongoing burst of mirth. leave it to genos to be so thorough. sonic was joking, and yet he freely gives this information to him when he honestly had no intentions of assuming it was more than just a brief mention at best.

... but the animated chuckles aren't ceasing, so caught up in how much it tickles him. prying his hands away from the notebook and letting it fall to his lap, sonic stifles his snorting into his palms, jostling the other man while his shoulders refuse to cease in their shaking. ]

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[ yeah. someone should have kept their mouth firmly closed. ]

See? You're laughing. [ he knew this would happen, though he didn't think it'd be over this... ]

[ yes, yes he is. there's even tears in his eyes, though nothing a firm wipe across his face can't remedy. ]

I t-told you I might— [ fondly pats his cheek before curling fingers at the base of his neck. ] Haha...

[ very good. while he's occupied, it means genos can make a grab for the book, tuck it none too gently under one of several pillows they don't currently have a use for. ]

This is going away. [ and so will the others at this rate... ]

[ snickers loudly one last time, making to twist his body halfway to make it easier for him to pat at his cheeks with both hands. ]

Aw, don't be like that~ [ plants a quick but firm kiss to his lips. ] I like this, too.

[ he does, in his own way. it's another endearing trait he's come to enjoy and accept. ]

Do you... [ he's skeptical. and trying his utmost not to react at how sonic's said he likes him more than once in an hour. in the same day, even. come to think of it, has he ever been so forthright other than that begrudging, echoed admission fifteen mornings ago?

genos isn't mad. mostly. he'll pretend he is so his feelings don't show on his sleeve, and not just because sonic's borrowing them at the moment anyway. ]