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[ Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell!
Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.
So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.
Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.
But not unsurprising, he supposes.
He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.
He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...
The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]
Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.
So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.
Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.
But not unsurprising, he supposes.
He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.
He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...
The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]
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It's at this point (aka when it basically serves little to no purpose now) that Ouma grabs at the towel hanging around his neck to wrap it around his waist. Finally, he is no longer flashing Shuichi here. ]
Sure! Whenever you feel like getting me one of your shirts, I'll put it right on.
[ Shuichi did promise him that much at least, right? It's not exactly making anything up to Ouma, but it's something he can make Shuichi do for him right now. He throws his arms to the back of his head, leaning against the counter slightly without breaking his grin. ]
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Shuichi would probably give Ouma a very flat look, if he wasn't kinda moping at the moment and also avoiding looking at Ouma. Instead he just frowns, sighing through his nose and just stepping neatly around Ouma to slip back out of the bathroom.
He doesn't wait to see if Ouma's following him. Consider it a brief respite to have even the tiniest task to focus on that doesn't directly involve the other boy. Shuichi heads to his dresser, fishing out underwear and a pair of pajamas for himself as well as a shirt he knows will be too big on Ouma but whatever.
It does belatedly occur to him as he's standing in front of the drawers with clothes in hand that Ouma's underwear are probably gross with sweat and god knows what else. Is...is it weird to offer him a pair to borrow? Does he just not mention it and see if Ouma cares? Respite fucking over, jesus.]
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Ouma doesn't follow him, but his hands move to grab the edge of the sink counter he is currently leaning on, and he tilts himself forward while maintaining that grip so he can lean and peek at Shuichi and what he's doing from the bathroom... although Shuichi's face will probably be obscured, but it's whatever, since Shuichi's made it a habit of obscuring his face the entire night anyway.
He blinks curiously, before his grin turns a bit more mischievous as he calls out after Shuichi, who is pausing over there for whatever reason: ]
Something wrong--? If you don't have enough shirts, I can just sleep without anything on, y'know!
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Christ. Right. Well, that answers that question, sort of. Offering underwear would probably be weirder. And Ouma certainly isn't so shy that he'd avoid asking if he wanted it.]
Just... [Ugh.] One second!
[He might as well take advantage of what seems (to him) like a brief moment of privacy. Setting aside the shirt for Ouma, he drops his towel and pulls on the new pair of underwear and his pajamas shirt and pants. He picks the towel back up to rub at his still-damp hair a but more as he finally turns and heads back to the bathroom to offer the extra shirt through the doorway.]
Here.
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Ouma grins, taking the shirt from Shuichi when it's offered. He stands a bit more upright, ceasing his leaning against the counter business just so he can inelegantly toss Shuichi's shirt over his head, working his arms through the sleeves and all that business. It only takes a few seconds, and he's tugging the bottom of it down to assess the fit.
It's slightly big on him of course, the hem of it hitting just near his thighs. Definitely not something to bend over in, but it's not like Ouma cares about any of that. Especially since he's made it clear he's not embarrassed about giving Shuichi a full frontal presentation.
Notably, he's not bothering with underwear here -- so that's what Shuichi's gone and set himself up for.
Ouma stretches his arms out, as if showing off how Shuichi's shirt fits him. Big enough to have some definite exposure in the neckline (not that Ouma's going to be buttoning it up well or anything), and long enough to be somewhat modest -- not when he's stretching his arms out like this, though. ]
Ta-da! The Ultimate Supreme Leader can give even your super lame wardrobe a whole new charm, huh?
[ Somehow, Ouma manages to both sound and look pretty happy about the shirt while also insulting Shuichi's style in the same breath... ]
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...Y'know, he thought getting Ouma into some clothing would make this easier to handle. Somehow this feels even raunchier. Mistakes have been made. Oh god.]
Uh...y-yeah.
[Shuichi no, that's not something you should just mindlessly agree with.
He tries and fails for a few seconds to find a way to look at Ouma without wanting to combust -- face is too intense, lower is a neck dotted with splotches of red and worse, lower is legs -- before evntually just averting his gaze entirely, fussing with his damp bangs.]
So, we can just...go to bed, I guess.
[So smooth. He lingers awkwardly for a moment, not really sure what the proper ettiqutte is here, before turning almost mechanically and shuffling towards the bed to climb in.]
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At least Ouma seems fairly pleased by the reaction, amusement evident on his face as he raises his brows in response to Shuichi's attempt at being cool here -- it kind of feeds his ego that Shuichi can barely look at him like this, not to mention he'd just...agreed that Ouma looked good in his shirt.
Ouma can tell he's not paying attention to his words or the consequences thereof, but still. Shuichi's just encouraging him to talk more. Not that he has a habit of shutting up in the first place... ]
Yep, there's nothing I can't pull off! I'd try on your entire ensemble for you, but I don't think I could stand it. Sowwy!
[ Ouma will follow after Shuichi, taking a good long second or two to interlace his fingers with palms facing outward as he stretches his arms in front of himself. When he's done with that, he takes another second to stretch his arms out above his head with a quiet groan, because that's necessary.
Alright, now he'll climb into Shuichi's little twin-sized bed. With Shuichi. The thought alone makes him feel a little giddy, but it's surely nothing compared to whatever internalized trauma Shuichi is dealing with over this. So that's comforting. ]
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Right. This was the plan. All is cool. Please chill the fuck out.
Forcing himself to try to relax -- this is just sharing a bed, it's definitely better than being abandoned again (he thinks), it's really nothing compared to the fact that they were just having sex on this bed less than an hour ago (fuck fuck abort that one is less relaxing) -- Shuichi shifts awkwardly for a moment before tugging the blanket up higher over himself, and then after a second of hesitation reaches over to pull it better over Ouma as well.]
Um...comfortable?
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But since he's asking, Ouma pauses for a second with a hum, like he's considering Shuichi's question...
...before he ultimately rolls over onto his side and closer to Shuichi, wrapping his arms around Shuichi's waist where he can as he seems content making himself comfortable by sidling up on Shuichi and practically burying his face in the other's chest. ]
... Now I am!
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God, what even will count for a crossed line at this point? Hopefully not more of the same public humiliation shit. He'd like to think they only need to have that conversation once.]
G-good. Well...
[What's the social etiquette for this situation? Is pillow talk a real thing? Is it still pillow talk if you get up to bathe and then come back to bed? And more importantly, does he want to step into that pit and give Ouma more opportunity to fuck with him, or himself more opportunity to be an idiot? The uncertainty of it all leaves a lump in his throat that makes him doubt his ability to get words out in the first place.
Awkwardly, he shifts a little to get more comfortable himself, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sensation of another body pressed up against his while he's trying to get into sleep mode. It's...nice, kind of. Just...kind of strange. Warmer, and laying on top of one of Ouma's arm's is a little hard to ignore and he can't help but distantly worry that that'll get uncomfortable for one or both of them after a while.
Eventually, given a too-long pause to gather himself a little, he does manage to do the words thing again.]
...Good night?
[Nailed it.]