#studiouslygay

⊰✯⊱— The punk glanced at his phone and sighed. Another afternoon shift? Katsumi had taken so much overtime this week, Gage hadn't even been able to see him. It was kinda annoying, especially since things at the shop had been so slow.

[text] That's never stopped you before. Come over for a few hours at least. You've been way too busy lately. [text]

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you who holds what

The umbrella, when it rains - Gage, because he’s taller and usually leads the way when they walk, so he doesn’t want to turn a corner and get wet. Katsumi will just have to keep up if he wants to stay dry pshhh

The popcorn at the cinema - Katsumi because Gage doesn’t want to hold it, even though he’ll probably eat most of it

The baby, when it cries - Gage. Even though he says he doesn’t like kids, he’s actually really good with them

The ice cream cone, when they share - Gage, because he’s selfish like that

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Gage. He’s usually the one picking the movie anyways

The basket, when they go shopping - They take turns, depending on how heavy the groceries are. 

The door, on dates - Gage for sure. He was raised to be a gentleman, it’s a hard habit to kill

The other’s hand, most often - Probably Katsumi, but Gage doesn’t usually complain

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Probably both.

A blush came to his cheeks, though he would refuse to admit to it, and the song began playing. “I’m permitted to try being spontaneous, you know,” Katsumi replied. “Besides, you owe me a dance, so this is it.”

"…No. Not any more," he replied quietly. "I… used to message my sister… But that was before I bought the phone I have now. And… I rarely spoke to her since that I’ve forgotten her number, so I couldn’t message her again even if I wished to." He fell silent then, thinking about Suzume. He wondered if she was okay without him. But to him, anyone who didn’t have Katsumi in their lives were always better off in the end.

The grip on his shirt was a small thing, but Gage noticed and frowned as he listened. It was odd to her Katsumi talk about his family, or anything about himself in general actually. It was strange to think about how much time they'd spent together, but he still knew so little about the other man. They both liked their privacy though, so even with permission, Gage felt a little guilty bringing up Katsumi's family, "Do you want to speak with her again?"

A slight shrug at the older male’s words. “Perhaps,” he agreed offhandedly, sipping at his drink as he watched everyone mingling, “but my parents believe it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Katsumi paused, glancing over with carmine hues to the other prince over the rim of his cup.

"Are you looking forward to learning more about my sister?" he asked casually, though was also genuinely curious. "I wonder just how much you already know of her. And I wonder what precisely you will be discovering about her before you two wed…"

He turned his eyes off Gage once more, watching the other nobles again with a look that was almost of disinterest. Of course, he hid it well enough that from a distance, it was impossible to see; but up close, like Gage was, it was obvious.

⊰✯⊱— Prince Katsumi was such an odd man. Despite his uninterested tone, he knew the younger man would be dissecting his words, internally. It was understandable though, most siblings were protective of each other. However, it was almost ironic that at the same time, Katsumi was trying to look interested in the part but couldn't care less. Strange how they both had that in common.

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number

13: Hand Kiss

⊰✯⊱— Not many people got to see Gage let his guard down, but tonight was one of those rare moments. The dance floor was thriving as yet another ball that he'd been suckered into attended continued. Everywhere men in elegant suits twirled with their female dance partners--all expect for Gage. He had a younger, male dance partner, though he couldn't care less. The punk didn't even give the difference a second thought as he gracefully glided them across the floor. Since him and Katsumi had both had previous lessons, their dancing seemed almost rehearsed.