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[ Allen is shoveling the fruit into his mouth, thanks. He is also not moving that fast because of it. He does linger close to Kanda, though, and occasionally pulls him back to feed him a spoonful. ]

Oh, I’m aware. You seemed almost surprised that you asked me at all! It was funny.

But I do want to. I’m right stupid when it comes to these sorts of things, though. I don’t know what constitutes as a date, for example. Like can we just take a walk together, or how about sparring at the dojo? Those don’t feel like dates, but maybe they are???

You think I'm not stupid about it? [He did not say that.] ...I guess it's... we just say we're going on a date and it turns into one. I don't fucking know. Isn't it supposed to be something we both enjoy doing?

[So sparring could easily be a date. That makes sense.]

Aren't there some other pansies here you can ask for specifics?

…Maybe. But, I dunno, we’re kind of oddballs, innit? So I think we just gotta figure out what works for us.

Besides, they’re something kind of fun facing the unknown with you.

...yeah.

[Stop being cute. Stop stopping to feed him and then being cute and also being adorable. Fuck he hates you so much, said man who is eating off of Allen's spoon anyway and following after him and letting Allen into his space. Absolutely Allen's biggest hater here. Not charmed. Not smitten.

God people can see them, they're in the middle of the Grove there are people they can sEE THIS.]

[ Allen is swaying happily as he walks and eats — a happy “enjoying food” dance, basically. Sometimes what you’re eating is so good you have to sway about it. Every three bites, he’ll feed Kanda, until the bowl is empty. He’ll set it by the sink when they’re home. He leans over and smooches Kanda once it’s gone, though, going to hold the front door open for him. ]

I’ll wash up everything tomorrow.

[Inside he goes, an eyebrow raising at the comment. Wash everything tomorrow, huh...]

Right.

[...]

You can decide where to put the basket and blanket, then. ...what's on your mind now?

[He senses... kisses, in his future.]

[ He’s just gonna put the basket next to the bowl in that case. Tomorrow problem!! He wants to focus on Kanda now. ]

Oh, this is the most important part of the date, you see. After you’re done with it, you have to kiss your partner at least a hundred times more than you did on the date.

Trust me, it’s a law or something.

Is that how that works?

[Yeah, that's how that works, Allen obviously is quite familiar with the law for various reasons, Kanda!

Anyway, with their stuff in the kitchen (Link is going to have questions and Kanda doesn't give two fucks to answer), Kanda proceeds to walk out of it with Allen, give it about three and a half seconds, and then spin around in the hallway to kiss him.

Just like, y'know, right there.]

Mmhm~ [ And, really, why would he not want to fish for more kisses, when Kanda is so eager to give? They're both still amateurs at this, and yet all the same, Allen is completely enthralled whenever their lips meet. For something small like a peck, or when they're really swapping spit, he adores this. Maybe it's the closeness to Kanda in general, or... perhaps he just likes the feeling. Perhaps he just likes to feel... loved. He's not certain. He doesn't read too much into it beyond "boy pretty, must smooch."

He flings his arms around Kanda's shoulders, standing up on his toes for the kiss. He wanted to wait to be in the room so they could both sit, but sure. This works. ]

[It's suddenly really hard to resist Allen. Why. He's been so good at it before?? (NO YOU LITERALLY HAVE NOT DON'T EVEN START) He's been so normal and heterosexual (Kanda you've pinned him to surfaces twice before) he's been well-behaved and has never done anything gay (Kanda). And now it's just...

Ugh. Hormonal. He wants to kiss Allen. They're in the hallway and not at all making it back to their room and he's kissing Allen, there are arms around his shoulders, and the angle that they're kissing at is steep due to the height difference. Kanda dips down a little lower to make it easier, and somewhere along the lines his hands are on Allen's hips and they're against a wall.

Hey when did that happen?]

[ Part of Allen wants to pull away and tell Kanda what he's doing. He doubts Kanda has noticed, otherwise he'd be more flustered than he is. He can picture it now, though. He'd say something, and Kanda would stop kissing him and get all mad-flustered. It'd be cute, truly, but... what if he didn't say anything? What if he... lets this happen? What if kiss boy???????????

He'll move them to the bedroom eventually, probably. For now, he closes his eyes, kissing Kanda, and now biting his lip now that he's not on his toes. ]

[Kanda has no idea he's just following his impulses (hormones) (whoremoans—) he's just kissing his boyfriend. There's magnets between them or something, or Allen is the centre of gravity or something.

Or maybe. Maybe, more realistically, this is years of sexual tension melting off his shoulders all at once? He's finally getting all the things he's wanted to do forever out of his system? (They're never going to get out of his system, he's just going to get worse.)

Allen nips him, and Kanda manages a noise halfway between surprise and affliction. Hi. He can nibble too, y'know, and in fact this is what he's doing next.]

[ Oh. It's strange to be on the receiving end of that. Now he sees why it riles up Kanda so much. There's a quick gasp through Allen's nose at the feeling, though he is so quick to shove his tongue to Kanda's lips after. He feels so fucking greedy now. So hungry in a way he's never felt before. It's... dizzying.

He just wants to truly take as much affection as he can from Kanda. He can't help it. ]

[Yeah, see? See why he's been crazy for days now? You bit him and it changed his life Forever. Kanda has one hand up on the wall, the other on Allen, and is leaning so far into his space they might as well fuse together at this point. He kisses the other deep, sucking on his tongue much like they had earlier, the taste of fruit still a sharp reminder of the lunch they half-ate while walking back home.

Maybe they should get out of the hallway, he thinks, losing the plot halfway through that thought and instead just kissing Allen harder, until he's gasping for breath and red enough to feel the heat radiating off of his own cheeks.

Fuck, okay, maybe... maybe they really should move. Or maybe.

Maybe.

He can be overcome by the animal instinct to suddenly break their kiss and nip lightly along Allen's pulse instead?]

[ Well, Allen isn't going to suggest they fucking move, so jot that down! He does whine a bit when Kanda's lips leave his, not wanting him to leave regardless of the fact that the spit in his mouth is likely more Kanda's than Allen's at this point. Let him be indulgent-

oh. oooh. Okay. Yeah. That's... fair. The former whine evolves from needy to surprised and flustered. It's a sound he didn't realize he could make. It is... fucking lewd, honestly. Enough so that he goes reaching for the Timcanpy that's been chilling in his vest and tossing him (sorry!) down the hall as a silent "go away! Don't record this!!!" At least he doesn't hit the floor, spreading his little wings and heading off to go find Link.

Then Allen's hands are back on Kanda, still a bit breathless. How... far does Kanda intend to go? How far is allowed? They've never been much more past this and Allen doesn't know...?????? He shouldn't be the one receiving this kind of attention. He should be giving it. He knows he's shorter, but what the fuck- ]

B-....bedroom, Kanda.

[Jesus. Suddenly everything Allen does is a shot of adrenaline straight to the dick, but then again, the greenhouse was almost like that too. There was definitely something stirring.

Tim is freed, probably has their whole date up to this point recorded, and is going. Kanda pays little mind to this, some sort of desperate hunger overclocking his brain before he registers Allen's words and slightly backs up.

Bedroom. Okay. He... yeah sure that works, that was always the end game, wasn't it? They had a good date and they should fuck about it. Or at least fool around a bit. That's what straight people do. They are not straight people but that's like, paving the way or something.

Whatever, he needs to stop trying to figure out his own brain.

Kanda leans down, scoops Allen in a bridal carry, and marches off with him. Bedroom.]

Your bed? Mine?

[ Allen immediately flails a little as he's lifted, staring at Kanda wide-eyed. Not enough to fall out of his arms or punch him, but he does kind of look like he's seconds from decking Kanda anyway. ]

I- Kanda, I can walk on my own!! Hell's gotten into you??

[PLEASE he's trying so hard to be romantic or be cool or suave or SOMETHING—]

You— do you want me to fucking drop you?!

[Babe,]

N-no! But I'm the one supposed to be doing this to you! Not the other way around!

[ He's not flailing anymore, just... clinging to Kanda very confused... ]

Who— who fucking says? [you guys.] I'm twice your height!

[You'RE REALLY NOT]

You should have picked me up when you had the fucking chance if that's what you were after, dipshit.

I… I’ve been leading this whole time!!! You can’t suddenly flip the script on me like that — how else did you expect me to react, Kanda?!

[ Are you guys going to yell while one of you is still being held? Like? Are you guys okay,, ]

[Yeah they're fine.

Kanda, having stopped in the hallway while Allen was flailing earlier, continues walking. His grip does not relent.]

I didn't know I was flipping any goddamn script! I just wanted to move us to the bedroom and thought "gee, this sounds romantic, Beansprout'll probably like this" and did it! Would you rather be tossed over my shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes instead?!

Why are those the only two options?! Is “Allen has legs and can walk” no longer viable to you?!

It is romantic! But this is my job! I’m supposed to be wooing you!

Oh, my fucking bad for misunderstanding that I'm supposed to sit here like a woman and wait to be charmed by you! Want me to set you down and flutter my eyelashes so you can try again?

[At this point, Kanda puts Allen down on his bed. He's chosen for you, you're welcome.]

Let me fucking do... something, for you, I don't fucking know.

[ There’s something about wearing this stupid outfit, with Kanda looking at nice as he does, and the two of them bickering over something stupid like this, coming off the heels of a wildly successful date, that just makes Allen question how he’s managed to do this. How he’s managed to get such a loving boyfriend, even though Allen is liable to go fuck things up. Even now, he’s arguing with Kanda over something that doesn’t fucking matter. And yet.

The worst part is, he’s able to continue fighting with him, until that last line catches him off guard. Long enough to recalculate his thoughts, at least. What is he doing? Why is he getting upset with Kanda? Why ruin such a good day??? ]

…O…Okay. [ Allen is down on the bed now. More just shocked than anything else. ]

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