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[Junpei started it? This is all his fault. But Snake can't help but laugh because he feels the need to hide his face, moving his arms back around him for their increasingly frequent hugs.]

Well, one of us has to refrain from being too cute. I wonder if I'm still recording all this evidence...

Oh. [fuck] I keep forgetting about that.

[This he says into Snake's shirt, before tilting his head to look up at him instead. Hmm. He gives up on stomach touching to wrap his arms snugly around Snake's waist, but his shirt's still pushed up a bit. It's fine.]

Maybe I should confiscate your phone...

[Snake now knows what it's like to be on the both relieved and disappointed end of things. One day, he'll just leave his shirt off to see how Junpei deals. For now, they'll keep cuddling. He rests his head against Junpei's, humming thoughtfully.]

How would I be able to tease you, then? That's what boyfriends do, right...? [it's time for the b word]

[Maybe if he used his grown up words?? But for now it's this, and a fascinating interpretation of what constitutes boyfriend behavior. And also the word boyfriend, which makes Junpei sputter for a second, because of course it does.]

You were already doing that. We weren't, uh- boyfriends the whole time.

[not officially..... shh]

Well, we weren't kissing as often as now. I'll give you that.

[Snake says, like he didn't confuse what was and wasn't crossing the lines of what someone does when they like a person.]

I think you shouldn't confiscated my phone because it would rob me of that oh-so-eloquent voice you have. How else would I enjoy hearing you fumble? My book does not have that unique feature.

[Don't do this to him, he's so delicate, now he's going to wonder just how much of that intimate line-crossing was... official? Real enough for Snake to act like it was official?? Help him.]

At this rate, we can just talk and that'll do the trick. [he's dumb... he knows] Uh, where is your phone, by the way?

[And his beautiful gift??]

It is... [Snake trails off, then slowly disentangles himself from Junpei enough to lean back and feel around the cushion he was certain he left it on. It isn't there, and uh... neither is his beautiful gift? This is not great.]

It... was here. Then we-- [Did all that touching? He doesn't know how to phrase that.] It's here somewhere.

[Then they PG-13 fooled around, more or less?? Junpei just looks at him for a moment, then down at the couch cushion. Then he leans over to look at the floor just in case, and, hm—]

You lost your phone? In the middle of— [he's going to lose his mind] It probably- fell behind the cushion, or something. Poke around for it.

I can't believe this. [There's some attempt to stay on Junpei and just twist around until he can reach, but it just winds up too uncomfortable. He sighs like moving is the worst thing in the world, sitting up and moving back off his legs so he can dig around between the cushions. He'd been so cozy...] If you hadn't been so distracting...

[If he weren't so cute!! He eventually sits up with the pin, which is now going safely on the coffee table. The phone comes after, being the lesser priority, and it's still recording.]

[Aw, no, there goes the boy. Junpei hastily resettles himself on the couch anyway, since his legs are going to fall asleep soon, but dang... Anyway, Snake can feel around for these lost items all by himself, Junpei is just going to watch. He's moral support.]

Now it's my fault you're easily distracted? I don't think I have to apologize for that.

[He's so good at dating? Obviously? He's a gift.]

[Yeah, don't help him or anything after he did all that stomach touching!! It's totally his fault, but Snake isn't so cruel that he'll keep recording. He'll shut it off on Junpei getting the last word, then he'll cross his arms like he's debating cuddling up again. Spoiler: he's not, really.]

Mmm... try not to be so distracting in the future, won't you? You tell me I should be productive, then you go and do things like that.

[You mean after Snake mercilessly tickled him? Junpei has earned this casual refusal to help him do a basic task. Also he's definitely the one who'd stab himself on the business end of the pin somehow if he stuck his hand in the couch, so he's staying here.

Now, this fussy gentleman...]

You got stuff done while I was out. Or you should have. [Overtly pretending he doesn't want Junpei to scoot closer and wiggle his arms around his waist again is only going to make Junpei do just that, right now. He plunks his chin down on Snake's shoulder and hums.] You liked it before when I was, what was it? So eager for attention?

[He says it with the delicate tone of finger quotes, since there's no need for him to hold up a hand and physically make any. He was totally not an eager needy boy? Nope.]

It takes more time than... [Snake sighs as he feels Junpei scoot on over anyway, and takes a whole ten seconds before he's leaning back into him. Listen, he is a sucker for this. Let him get cozy again in peace.]

You aren't any less eager than before, apparently. [He's still an eager needy boy.] Is it my turn to say you'll have to get up eventually? Because you will.

[Yeah, that's right. Now that Junpei is allowed (more than he was before) to get up close and cozy as much as he wants, he's decided it's pretty great. Let him do his weird couch spooning in peace.]

As soon as you're dying to get up, let me know. [Junpei has never been as eager or needy as Snake.] Until then...

[this,]

[Ugh... He doesn't have a great comeback for that, because he's not dying to get up right now. In fact, he gets to the point where he almost falls asleep on Junpei until someone ends up moving. They should probably get up and do something.

Luckily, he has his fancy book!! After opening it and having to tell it to stop playing some romance novel, he has it play a recipe step-by-step for their slow selves. He's... actually helping? He's chopping the peppers, if a bit unevenly.]

I must say, you've gotten much better than this than I expected.

[What a surprise that Snake almost falls asleep. Junpei could really be content to stay on this couch for the rest of the night - the longer they stay curled up together, the sappier he feels - but he's probably also the one who moves and ruins it and then they have to get up. It's tragic.

But he's hungry, so it's Cooking Time. Junpei is doing whatever he's supposed to be doing in a pan with the ground meat, which is about his whole understanding of what the talking book is asking him to do.]

Backhanded, but thanks. [boy...] Don't lose any robo-fingers.

[Junpei's just has the task of cooking the meat and putting the right amount of spices in, so Snake assumes it's just fine. He hasn't even nicked his fake skin, and he's resisted the urge to tease Junpei with any "I cut my hand" jokes. Truly, he is merciful.]

I'll keep that in mind, lest I want them stolen again. [he's not bitter] You know, I think we could manage a meal for more than just us, if we keep it up. Why don't we invite your friends over sometime, when I'm actually awake?

[He should get this right? He's definitely getting oil splattered on his shirt like a fool, but the food is going fine.

And look at Snake... trying to be social... Junpei's smirking at him, naturally.]

So you can show off your cooking skills? [or because he's a soft boy and Junpei knows it,] Sure, why not? I can think of... four people worth having dinner with.

[Don't think about him being a soft boy!! Snake pouts under the suspicion he's being smirked at, setting the knife down so he can walk up behind Junpei to snake his arms around him. Enjoy this boy hanging off you instead of helping, even if his part is mostly done.]

All of them are your partners in your climbing adventures, I assume? Should I trust you all in such a small space, or should I move my instruments to safety?

[This guy... At least he'll be safe from all the oil splatter if he's behind Junpei. Junpei is very considerate. He makes a noise like this is inconvenient, but still leans back into him anyway, so... hey.]

The little kids you babysit are more dangerous... And no, none of them let me climb the wall. [pause......] Anemone did let me jump out of a tree, though.

[It's super inconvenient, but he'll make up for it in kissing his cheek? Maybe a few times, with a hum down his neck, doing nothing for his tough boyfriend image that he probably never had.]

So they are enablers. [He says, after he took Junpei on a not-date with coke and rum.] I suppose I'll have to keep a watchful... ear. Are they all around Clover's age, babysitting you?

[This boy!! Snake's tough boyfriend image still exists in that Junpei will believe until the end of time that Snake can kick anybody's ass if he really wants, but besides that, he's a soft boy. This kissing and humming is all very sweet, making Junpei reach back with one hand to touch his pretty boy face and hold him close there.

Do this humming thing again... he like.]

They don't babysit me. [no... he is an adult.......] There's Gaius, he's kind of a cop? He was the one who brought takeout that one time.

[Snake laughs, debating moving Junpei's hand back to the pan... and ultimately making the decision that will probably ruin their dinner. He doesn't touch Junpei's hands while he moves these kisses back to where he stopped himself last time, and his own dip underneath Junpei's shirt. It's the same as he'd done, except Snake clearly wasn't worrying about getting in trouble.]

That was fairly good takeout, wasn't it? We should thank him properly, sometime.

[Oh- okay, that's not humming. Junpei is definitely distracted from poking a wooden spoon around the pan or whatever he's doing, pushing his other hand back a little further to curl his fingers into Snake's hair. Now there are hands under his shirt and he doesn't care about this dinner at all. But he's making an effort... to try...?]

Yeah—some, uh, other time. Like making him dinner at a party, for example.

[Is he... If he still is, Snake isn't doing enough. So he'll start tracing nonsensical shapes up Junpei's stomach, and kiss along his jaw, and hum. Is he smirking a little? He must be.]

Well, I don't see why we have to another time... It seems like you're awfully distracted, Junpei. Are you alright?

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