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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-07 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ALREADY he is annoyed. How does this guy manage to sound so smarmy and chipper about it even over text. Fuuta scowls to himself as he fires back a response. ]

you're gonna buy me dinner to start
and not some cheap garbage


[ He is tired after yet another week straight of mostly living off of energy bars and microwaved convenience store food, okay. Just the thought of getting to order a big plate of steak has his stomach grumbling. Charlie's Watch gets another ping as Fuuta sends him a pin on the maps app: the Gilded Cage. ]

meet me there in half an hour
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-08 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
i said TO START WITH, asshole
don't go thinking you're getting let off that easy after the shit you pulled
and don't be late


[ Of course the guy's late! To be honest, Fuuta is very much ill at ease at the Gilded Cage, especially by himself -- he'll never fully get used to the glitzy vibes, the pervasive feeling that he's somewhere he's not supposed to be, and the dirty stares from the staff unhappy about seeing a lowly two loitering about at a table alone are grating at his nerves for the entire ten minute wait. Of course, the moment Charlie shows up, Fuuta snaps at him, ]

-- you're late! [ Accompanied by a little kick at Charlie's leg under the table. Yes, it was on purpose, no, he's not sorry about it at all. ] I'm adding it to what you owe me! You know how shitty it is, wasting other people's time like that? Tch.

[ He's scowling as he impatiently flips the menu back open, like he hasn't already nervously read through it twice while waiting for Charlie to show up; he looks up only at that additional goading, an eyebrow raised. ]

You're not trying to get me drunk so you can run and make me foot the bill, are you. I'm getting'em to take your Watch on file before I order anything, so it's all coming from your account.
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-11 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charlie's prodding towards getting a drink is obnoxious enough to earn a suspicious squint, and Fuuta just stares at him over the top of his menu for a moment. It's practically visible, the way the gears are spinning in his head as he tries to figure out the ulterior motive behind that prodding, and Fuuta finally gives a loud hmph! as he reaches his conclusion. ]

What, you think I'm some lightweight that's gonna pass out from one drink and cut things off early for you? [ He sounds sooooo smug about having gotten there before Charlie could pull one over him. ] Too bad for you, I know how to pace myself. I'm not like those idiots that don't have self-control and get wasted.

[ Fortunately for Charlie, and unfortunately for him, Fuuta assumes that he's correctly deduced Charlie's ulterior motive, and so -- drops his guard. As long as he paces himself and stays sharp, he won't be falling for any more of Charlie's bullshit, not tonight!

And so, he snaps the menu shut before flagging down a server. When the employee approaches, Fuuta immediately points at Charlie, clarifying that they should take his account on file to pay with. And only then, after the server's (grudgingly, annoyed at having to listen to a yappy rank-two) complied, he places his order: three different small plates, and one of their cocktails. A fairly weak one to start with ... though it promises in coquettish copy, 'a delightful tingle, regardless.' ]
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-13 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He’s never going to get used to people here calling him “cute,” sarcastic or not. The compliment(?) earns a highly unsubtle grimace, and Fuuta gives a dismissive huff as their waiter departs. ]

Why, are you planning on treating me again in the future?

[ He can’t help being bristly when even that innocuous question manages to sound slimy coming from Charlie. But, well … it’s not like he wants to make small talk with the guy? But the place is a bit too glitzy for him to slouch back and just fiddle with his phone, and the prospect of just being stared at by Charlie until the food arrives is even worse. So. ]

… dunno if I have a favorite, but I like stuff with meat. Like katsu curry. Yakiniku. Ramen, with extra chashu. [ Ngh. He’s getting hungrier talking about this. ] You look like the type to say your favorite food is something pretentious and expensive. Caviar something or the other.
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-14 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
So at least you know how you come across, huh.

[ It's a snide comment that Fuuta mutters into his glass of water, too annoyed by Charlie to hold his tongue, but not yet incensed enough to say it properly out loud; maybe if Charlie is lucky he'll be able to make out those words in between the ambient noise of the restaurant, but otherwise, Fuuta sure isn't going to draw any attention to them.

Especially not when his waiter slides his cocktail before him the next moment.

The fact that it's been brought out so quickly does earn a blink, but Fuuta otherwise accepts it without much thought, giving their waiter a small nod in thanks before picking up the glass to take a small sip. ... it's good, actually. Much better than he'd expected? There's a trace of obvious surprise in the way he pulls the glass away to look at it for a moment, reflexively licking his lips -- it's sweet but not too sweet, with a nice kick that reminds him of ginger tea, tingly on the tongue without being medicinal. Fuuta takes another sip, and doesn't lower the little glass even as he shoots Charlie an unimpressed look. ]


And what are you, a five year old? Liking sweets at that age ... [ A slightly overdramatic sigh before he takes another sip. Despite what he said, he sure is underestimating this drink, just because it doesn't taste that alcohol-forward. ] I mean, I guess you can like what you want? But you know it always looks weird when guys like sweets too much, right. You should probably at least sound kind of embarrassed talking about liking cookies.
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-15 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ And it works! Fuuta’s cheeks promptly flush a shade pinker as his posture stiffens, and he’s quick to don an irate scowl as he leans forward, lowering his voice to a growl. ]

Look, I don’t know what kinds of people you’ve been messing with in this place, but you’ve got the wrong target if you think I’m gonna go along with any of your bullshit.

[ He says, right before throwing down a big gulp of his drink, playing tough to try and emphasize his point. It’s fine, he figures; he’s not going to get drunk off something this weak. Fuuta clears his throat after swallowing, tongue tracing his lips to catch the tingling sensation lingering there, before resuming: ]

Some people here might be giving up on common sense, but I don’t care how insane this place is — I still know what’s right and wrong, what’s normal and not, and I am not losing track of any of that. I’m not into any weird shit, and even if I was, like hell I’m talking about any of that stuff in a place like this, in public, and especially not to someone like you.

[ There’s a belligerent confidence to his delivery, the sort of smug condescension unique to someone who’s sure they’re talking to someone worse than them, and Fuuta gives a brief huff. Then he throws back the rest of his cocktail before flagging down a nearby waiter and holding up the empty glass. ]

Another one of these. On the same tab.
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-20 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not left out. [ As a youth ever-conscious of how he's being received, of course Fuuta bristles at that observation, even if he's just as quick to walk it back. ] -- not that I'd care if I was? What other people wanna do is their business, and I'm not going along with anything just because it's what everyone else is doing? Like that matters to me. [ Too bad those blustering words are followed by a forceful exhale. Somebody doth protest too much. ] So I don't need any of your pity.

[ He caps off that statement by grabbing for the refill of his cocktail and going to take a swig of it -- only to pause after a sip, pulling the glass away from his mouth. Fuuta's expression tinges with some combination of surprise and confusion as he distractedly licks his lips. ... they feel tingly, for some reason. And a little hot? Did they make this drink stronger? The first one didn't taste this spicy, he thinks.

Charlie might notice it before Fuuta himself, the way his face is starting to flush a little redder, sweat starting to bead thinly at his temple. And though Fuuta tries to distract himself by putting down the glass and going for a bite of the food instead, that earns a similar confused double-take in reaction. ... why does his mouth feel so weird. Like everything feels a little too intense against his lips and tongue; he ends up chewing at his lip for a moment, eyes narrowed, before glaring back up at Charlie. ]


... 'sides, if you're gonna be asking someone something, shouldn't you talk about yourself, first? You gonna spill about all your weird hobbies in public?

[ Ugh, actually, he regrets saying that the moment the words leave his mouth. He'd just said the first thing that came to mind, wanting to put Charlie on the back foot, but something tells him the guy's not going to be fazed by the demand at all. ]
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-09-26 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His cheeks had already started to redden from some combination of the alcohol and the little extra zing added to the drinks, but clearly, that was just a warmup exercise. Charlie's casual remark immediately has Fuuta's face flushing so hot it almost matches his hair. ]

Wh -- I didn't -- shut up! Why the hell would I have -- ?!

[ Of course he'd raised his voice in indignation, but Fuuta shuts up the moment their water steps back over with an impeccably polite but frosty, 'Is there a problem, sirs?' Equal parts mortified and frustrated, he's silent for a moment before shaking his head, muttering something about 'no, no problem.' And right as the waiter starts stepping away, he hurriedly adds, 'I wanted another cocktail. The -- uh, something sweet. Anything's fine.'

He probably shouldn't be getting another drink already. He knows that, rationally. But the order had been in part because he needs something to wash that weird tingly feeling out of his mouth, and in part to get the waiter to step away. The moment the waiter has stepped out of earshot, Fuuta leans across the table to hiss, ]


That was only because of the game! Like hell I was doing anything to s-spoil you!

[ With that point made absolutely clear, he scrunches back down in his seat to angrily stuff a piece of meat in his mouth. His mouth still feels weird, the texture against his tongue making his nerves bristle, and it's a little slurred when he mumbles, ]

And you're a fucking weirdo, you know that. The hell was there to like about watching ... that. The shit you made me do. You just did that to humiliate me, I know you did.
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no worries, glad to have you back!

[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-10-10 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he hates that Charlie has a point, there. He'd jerked back when Charlie raised that hand to stop him, and Fuuta's left gawping in impotent fury afterward, struggling to come up with a decent defense. There isn't one, of course, and so he angrily forks another piece of meat in his mouth, trying to pretend that's the only reason he's at a loss for words for the moment.

Brain still occupied trying to think of a counterpoint to Charlie's statements, Fuuta automatically picks his drink up to drain it when it's pointed at, thumping the empty glass down with a little more force than was probably necessary as he snaps, ]


I-it's different, alright! You know what you did! And there's n-no way I'd want any attention from a creep like you!

[ -- god, he knows that's barely a defense at all, and he winces a little at the sound of his own words leaving his mouth. Especially because -- as he glowers across the table at Charlie, Fuuta realizes he's drooling a little, rendering his words wet and sloppy around the edges. He hurries to swipe at his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie, brow scrunched in embarrassment and frustration. Whatever was in that drink's really getting to him by this point, his whole mouth feeling weirdly itchy for contact, and when the waiter approaches with his third drink -- a different cocktail this time, something pink and sugary-looking -- he barely waits for it to be put down before snatching it up to take a big gulp of it.

It does seem to soothe the tingling in his mouth a little bit. But as he feels the saccharine heat of it work its way down his throat, Fuuta realizes what Charlie had said. ]


... what do you mean 'this time.'

[ The anxious, suspicious look in his eyes is rather undermined by how flushed and worked-up he already looks, brow beaded with sweat and lips parted as his breaths come quicker. Despite his denials, his mind's quick to race down a path of what-ifs exploring what could happen from here, and the thought has heat starting to stir in the pit of his stomach. ]
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-10-11 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vaguely, somewhere at the very back of his mind, Fuuta does feel a little squirm of alarm trying to make itself heard. His body doesn't feel right -- his mouth feels hot and tingly, his gaze swimming a little as his thoughts start to blur together. His skin feels itchy, and he has to fight back the urge to rub at himself to ease the sensation. A kiss really would fix a lot ...

Too bad his pride keeps him from heeding that tendril of worry. After what Charlie put him through last time, there's no way he can just tuck his tail between his legs and scamper just because he feels a little weird? He's going to get his damn money's worth out of this meal! It'll be fine, he can soldier through whatever's making him feel like this! He's sure of it! ]


Nn -- [ Speaking takes a little effort when his mouth feels so weird, and he swallows thickly before managing to muster words. ] -- who said I enjoy attention. I just wanted a damn meal.

[ Even as he says that, though, he ends up squirming a little, heat pooling sticky through his guts. He doesn't, he's sure. He doesn't like being watched or anything, but ... maybe. Just a little ...

It's telling, too, that he doesn't recoil from Charlie's shoe nudging against his ankle, his increasingly-foggy brain failing to register that touch as more than a pleasant sensation working its way through his nerves. The next slide of Charlie's shoe against his calf earns a breathy exhale, and Fuuta shivers before muttering, ]


I'm fine? I dunno what you're talking about. I'm ... fine.

[ And while he doesn't take the rest of his drink yet, he does spitefully shove a forkful of one of the small plates in his mouth, face flushing hotter and eyes narrowing as he struggles with the flood of sensations spreading over his tongue. It's tasty, of course. But -- it's also not what he really wants right now, weirdly enough. He wants something else, he thinks. ]
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-10-17 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finally, finally, his addled brain manages to put the pieces together. This fucker must have known that the drinks would get him worked up -- it must be why he'd been so insistent that he order some cocktails, not to get him drunk, but to cause this.

Fuuta's expression does tinge with a hint of indignity and anger at that realization, though he's still too paralyzed fighting against his own nerves to jerk away from the caress at his calf. And though sheer spite drives him to take another bite of his plate, he becoming very aware of the fact that he's fighting a losing battle here. Every bite, every sensation against his tongue has his nerves sparking, and the very act of swallowing earns a hard shudder; he wants more, but of something else. ]


That's not -- ... [ The attempt at a snapped retort cuts off as he has to swallow thickly to keep himself from drooling. Worse than that, even when he does look up from his plate to shoot Charlie a glare, his eyes automatically latch upon the other's lips, his brain quick to wonder how it'd feel to get to kiss him again.

The last time they'd kissed had felt wonderful, after all. And that had been without anything in his system. How good would it feel now? To feel teeth against his lips, tongue on tongue, that slick sensation against nerves rendered so sensitive they're practically tingling ...

He'd been staring at Charlie for a moment, almost dazed in his mounting arousal, and it takes visible effort when Fuuta abruptly stands. It takes even more of a struggle for him to declare, blearily, ]
'm going to the bathroom.

[ Too bad his knees practically give out with the first step he takes, his shoulders hunched as he ends up stumbling, needing to lean heavily against the table to keep from just spilling to the floor. And mortifyingly, the front of his sweatpants are tented visibly, a fact he desperately tries to hide by shoving down the hem of his hoodie. Oh, this is bad. ]
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[personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-10-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charlie's oh-so-kind warning comes too little and too late. Through no fault of his own, of course! It's just that Fuuta's sudden rise and stumble hadn't been the most subtle move, and in an establishment like this where most of the clientele leans sophisticated and graceful, even the smallest blunder stands out. Already, there are glances behind thrown his way from guests and staff alike, accompanied by a quiet titter of laughter from a few of the sharper-eyed individuals, and Fuuta freezes like a deer caught in the headlights when he feels all those eyes fixing on him.

Then that grab at his arm jolts him back to his senses, while scaring a strangled squeak out of him. ]


Y-yeah, I know? [ He hurriedly looks away from the rest of the restaurant, ducking closer to Charlie as he shies away from those stares. ] I'm -- moving. I'm moving.

[ He sure is! But poorly.

Fuuta barely manages a few steps away from their table and towards the exit before his posture starts to crumble. It doesn't help, either, that his mind keeps being drawn to that hand gripped around his arm -- thinking about how good that squeeze feels, about how nice it'd be to feel more of it, and elsewhere, over more of his body. By the time they cross the threshold out into the halls of the resort, Fuuta's leaning heavily against Charlie just to stay upright, his steps wobbly and his free hand raked into Charlie's clothes to keep the other close.

-- his head's spinning so bad. It feels like his blood's boiling, his heart beating way too fast. And Fuuta can barely get the words out when he lets his head sink against Charlie's arm and mumbles, ]


... this is all your fault. You better -- take responsibility.

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