what is love.

                           ”Soup would be more than fine, what about yourself?”

Not wanting the other to be alone in creating the meal, he decided perhaps he should help. Though he had never taken it upon himself to actually cook, occasionally if he had to resort to it. Side stepping the other and heading towards the refrigerator, opening it within a matter of moments to see what was inside.

                      “ I can help, if you’d like. I am well versed in using knives. ”

                            ” Hm? Not hurt at all. No apology necessary. “

This person was just too fun, it would be good to spend time with them for now. After all Chrollo’s stay was not permanent and he should have some fun in between work and rest. With each step his ‘husband’ took back, the bandit took another step forward not allowing the distance to be too wide. Eyes lighting up, was he being avoided? 

                                                   ” Clear, slow down.”

Reassuring words said with a calming tone however his lips were now pursed together trying to repress the amused grin. Clearing his throat to grab Clear’s attention again, at least they took their union in stride. Peering at the other closely, crossing arms over his middle languidly. 

..but Clear felt somewhat relieved that his husband hadn't gone right off the bat and hadn't at all criticized him yet, nor shouted, not even once. Instead did he seem relatively calm, responses were simple, yet Chrollo seemed to adjust quickly to the quick decisions being made. Clear was trying too hard to please the other, efforts made a great deal, mistakes were often made as Clear is prone to them, so he's trying his best to at least keep everything in order, determined to change his first impression into one decent, and to have the day go smoothly. Perhaps it's too much for the android to ask for, but Clear isn't one to give up easily. At first the other's words were ignored, though Clear was too busy preparing what plates and cutlery the apartment already had, it's somewhat a given that Clear would be good at cooking, after all, he had to do so when his Grandfather was looking after him. He's used to such a lifestyle where he'd literally do anything in another's favor, as if indebted to them in some way. Many are often put off by this also, though Clear wouldn't know any better. He turns at the second acknowledgement, a frying pan in one hand and a knife in the other. "--Ah! Whatever you want! Perhaps something light like soup? Or maybe you're hungry, right? It's still a little early for lunch though, usually.. what would you prefer?"

Onyx eyes darting left and right quickly, observing how there was no spot of dust not that he would have mind. He’d have to thank his masked husband for that, how domestic. It was almost endearing, just almost. Just as it was almost endearing that the other was waving that feather duster in an excited fashion, pursing lips together to try and control the laughter that desired to leave him. Giving a nod, lips curving upwards which showed a smile that meant no harm. 

                     ”Mess? It’s immaculate here. Oh? pleasure to meet you, Clear—”

His speech coming to a full stop, not at the other’s asking for forgiveness but at the sudden press of palms against his torso, gazing down to see what was possibly wrong. Seeing the gloved hands brushing away the dust that had appeared there from earlier. ah, so that was why. Chuckling, bemused at the other’s obvious nervousness. Not at all angry, knowing he could replace the white button up easily. 

Deciding to tease him, mostly for touching the bandit so easily. Lifting a hand to wrap his lithe fingers around the other’s wrist, tugging at it a little. His grip was not rough, being mindful of his own strength. However his voice dropped a tone or two, arching up a brow as well to add to the fun of his little ruse.

                                        “Don’t you think you’re moving too fast?”

Dropping the wrist he had previously held as soon as the question left his mouth, features retracting back to their previous friendliness as if nothing had happened.

...startled Clear, the same amount of shock accumulating to that of someone reaching to grab his mask, most certainly he had Clear stop his frantic flailing to instead pause, head turning up to properly face the other, and although not at all evident through direct vision, nothing but complete surprise is spread across his features. He takes a moment before pulling his hands back at whip-speed, more flailing closely follows once again, the action however simple it may be had caused Clear to descend into a blubbering mess. 

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

Laughing loudly as he soared from place to place, fire escape to fire escape, he couldn’t help but notice a certain.. someone… who really.. needed help. Really.

“OII!" Jumping from his spot and hanging off a light post, he poked the white haired man’s mask and grinned. "Why don’t you just come up here? Or can you? It’s so much easier!! Ike ike don dooon!" he yelped, leaping back to a relatively close rooftop. "Waaahaha! See? No traffic!”

...for Clear to suddenly be approached by a stranger of whom was hanging upside down, just the mere sight of him encouraged Clear to join him almost immediately, after all, this was Clear's preference for travelling, wondering now why he hadn't chosen to do so any earlier. Instantly were his nerves pushed aside by temptation, expression morphing to sudden excitement ( although hidden ), said excitement could be noticeably heard in the android's tone alone.       "It indeed does look very fun~! I thank you for the kind offer!"

            ’ APT 4.011 is where you’ll be staying & your spouse will be there. ’

That’s what the strip of paper with messy scrawling said, calmly accepting his fate for now. Seeing as he was not the only one captured but his whole troupe as well, till he had formulated a plan of escape of sorts then he’d remain complacent to their rules. Unions to keep the country out of war? How simple of them, but nonetheless he was interested.

Finding his way with ease, the apartment looming over, dark eyes zooming into the door with the numbers ‘11’ imprinted on the front. Hoping whoever he was married to would at least not trouble him. To keep up a facade both in public and private would prove to be hassling, but if it’s to protect his members he’d go to that extent and more. Approaching the door, the only noise made was the click of his shoes against the floor. Perhaps they were already here? Or not, either way he’d deal with it.

Pulling out the key that was tucked carefully into his coat pocket, inserting it once he stood only an inch away from the door. Unlocking the door, before once again putting away key away. Hand grasping the knob and turning it as he readied himself to at least charm whoever he was put with. Pulling the door back to take in the sight of the confined space as well as—— the person he was married to. Surprised didn’t even cover it but he did not let his features hint at that. However he was speechless.

                                                            “…”

..was of course hectic. Clear, of whom is no way near used to busy crowds of people, found it hard to even locate the apartment he was assigned to, the hustle and bustle frazzling him -- jumping on rooftops would have been a much safer option, but of course he wouldn't dare to in such a foreign place, with the chances that Clear would get into more trouble and with the potential that he's unable to get out of said trouble in time to see his husband-to-be, however Clear was intentionally stalling time, after all, he was nervous beyond belief to be living with someone else. Of course he'd arrive there eventually, much to his luck he was the first to arrive, meaning that the android would have a lot of spare time to at least prepare himself ( sort of a must seeing as though Clear was totally aware of how prone to bad first impressions he was ), it took all but one peak inside before he'd come to the decision that the only way to calm his nerves at least a tad bit was to do a bit of cleaning.        What can possibly go wrong? Clear has somewhat of knack for cleaning, though not as much as cooking, but still, he seems to have done a good job of doing most of the rooms to near sparkling-standard. Then does he hear the door open, a flinch in his stature, though Clear focuses his full attention to the individual, probably thankful that there is a gas mask to cover features paved with obvious nervousness. He turns, currently wearing a pink apron over his white-shirt and trousers, a smile is evident enough in his musky tone, musical and somewhat enthralling.