.laugh damn it

[All Kaito could do was stare back at Arthur with this neutral look in his eyes, that only seemed to get brighter after a blink and a small pull at the corner of his lips. Clenching his jaw, too. Kai did have incredible patients. Babies, children, young adults, the early youth. He had what he thought was an average life, a non-life threatening one but it hadn’t fulfilled him like he hoped it would. He tried to shake the thoughts as he spoke again.] You would be out of my patient range, but having a face full of youth will be good to your later years.

Yeah, well, the worst that could happen is that I run into someone that decides to express their irritation with their fists. [Arthur lifted a shoulder in a shrug, his tone flippant, amused.] Wouldn't be the first time.

[It was on the tip of his tongue, the urge to invite Kaito out to coffee or something. That was the thing about reticent people--other people always got the urge to chip away their shells in some misguided attempt to 'free' them. If anybody tried to do that to Arthur, he'd frickin punch them. So maybe the urge was less about shell-chipping and more about the want to make a friend.

"Awesome. We just need to cut everything up and cook it with the pasta." He said as he was looking at the recipe. 

As Arthur was distracted by his creation of the cat home, Devon took the moment to get the rest of the ingredients out. Devon just made the structure and half way through noticed he was going in the direction of Doctor Who. It made Devon laugh as Arthur was in full nerd freak out. “I was building like half way through and I just thought Tardis as I continued. I didn’t know you were fan.” 

"Yea you can" It warmed Devon’s heart knowing that finally he got a full blown response from Arthur and there was no lie, but that smile, as dorky as it was, was super cute. 

"Seriously, so cool," Arthur repeated. It took Arthur a second to even remember how hugs went--he wasn't the kind of guy that gave or received them very often. But he managed to squeeze Devon in a hug, and pulled back, beaming at him. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate it."

Usually, after moments like that, Arthur got kinda awkward. What did people even do after hugging? Was there a protocol? But he'd been having a good couple of days, maybe, because he just clapped Devon on the shoulder and meandered over to the kitchen, where he started pulling the various ingredients out of the fridge.

But, fuck, use it. Not the flying hotdogs, although that'd be fucking amazing. [He slid his hands up under Rory's shirt.] Unexpected is good. Different is hot. Y'know, not the normal 'blowjob, blowjob, fuck in three different positions' routine.

Fuck, I don't know. I make jokes, not porn, and I really doubt you want to start a new genre of comedic porn. Although that probably actually already exists, knowing the market.

So? Niche market porn actors make more money than the average porn actor does. Less people competing for the same jobs, y'know?

[Crossing the room to stand in front of Rory, Arthur leaned over him, hitting the record button again to pause it.] You have to wow them, man. Show them you're different from the regular, boring porn actors. Show them something interesting. [He quirked a grin.] You're a creative guy, right?

[Still, he was curious. Not about not working one’s body, but dance classes. He wouldn’t ask to know more about why dance classes. Then he’d be…connecting.] Yes. Pediatrician, but I prefer not to be formally called ‘Dr. Takenaka’, unless you were a patient but doctor is fine.

Yeah? Jeez, you must have some pretty incredible patience. [Arthur grinned--then frowned as a thought occurred to him, and couldn't help but laugh a little.] Oh, man, I know I have chronic babyface, but I'm 26. So I guess I'm out of your patient range.

[Arthur couldn't exactly put his finger on why it was kinda difficult to keep being wound up and panicky around Rory, but he sure as hell appreciated it. Honestly, if he could bottle it, his life would be a lot fucking easier. So he relaxed a little more, happily leaning into the kiss.]

Really? [Arthur couldn't help but laugh quietly.] Well, as long as it works for you, that's what counts. My radiator's been making weird noises, maybe it needs a musician's touch.

[Huh. Arthur wouldn't have thought that many people would know the Comedy Celler--he didn't exactly have a gauge on how popular it was, only how many people were there when he did his set. But he started to smile anyway, because... fuck, it was nice to get some sort of recognition, even if it was only about the Celler.]

Congratulations on having way more balls zhan I do. I could never just get up aund talk for an hour around people zat weren’t screaming, clapping or singing. Vhere at? 

And it's at-- [Arthur paused, narrowing his eyes in bemusement.] --the Comedy Celler, down by Central Park, but I'm not telling you what night, because my act fucking sucks right now. [He paused.] And yeah, I really am restraining myself from making a joke about balls and sucking right now.