there's too much sourness, all these years apart serving only to root the deepest part of his rage if only to shrowd the subtly of his affection and only now has it reached his, their, boiling point; rotting, akin to the smile he tries to brace across his features as the only person who stands on the other end of his table in this 'speed dating' expedition is the only and only tsurugi kamiya, acting as though their meeting is that of strangers and not two men with history far beyond the years plenty of those around them have started to hunt for other dates. it has been two minutes since he has first kicked him under the table, a minute since the second, 30 seconds from when he'd 'accidentally' dropped his cup if only to see if c3's infamous dog would get the hint to move on if only to be met with the same confidence he has long since seen directed at any other enemy over the years.
which makes more sense, the more mikuni thinks about it, his years in c3 starting and ending as destructively as each other. however high that touma asks him to jump, tsurugi would do so without hesitation. even if he has to degrade himself enough to be near his ex partner, the one he supposes has no longer really crossed his mind - it makes him feel green, in a way, green with the sort of envy he's not sure he could ever admit to tsurugi's face, yet red - with the knowledge that he would never truly see what was wrong with that. it's a strangling situation, a complicated twist of threads he supposes is enough for another time / another place; another mikuni who will no doubt have the plan he can't quite get his fingers on, too many pieces of the puzzle missing for him to grasp the bigger picture - not without talking to him, of course.
it is easy for him to play along with this facade, for his stubborness to turn with a smile that is just as pleasant as the one before them. in another time, he knows, he would be able to give this freely / in another time, perhaps, he would be able to indulge himself in such a tradition without the guilt, without the pain, but now β¦ it is clear that they are here for nothing more than information, to build that wall between them until one of them climbs to the top, no matter what consequences join the fray. it all comes with a price, he knows that well, something he hope's that the other still has come to know, too. β you're supposed to ask me if you want to stay. β a pleased curve of his lips, he turns to the couple next to them, one no doubt looking their way to see if an existing chance of escape. β won't you declare your devotion to me, or should i just change? β / mikuniii and tsurugiii! <3
Random Asks - Always Welcomed
Weren't these things supposed to be at least a little entertaining? Even the 'pleasure' of the others company wasn't proving enough to keep such boredom away, though maybe that was down to the way in which he'd been acting since he'd taken his seat across from him, Tsurugi's ankle throbbing slightly, though he had returned each kick, with perhaps a little more force than had been required, the boredom having lifted for a few seconds with each one.
There was something almost rather entertaining that they'd found it easier to communicate with these little hidden displays of violence instead of simply talking to one another. But he'd already made the decision that he wouldn't be the one to break that stalemate between them, so his smile own grew wider with Mikuni finally broke the silence between them, Tsurugi relaxing in his chair with a happy little sigh.
"I think we're also supposed to speak to one another too - but all you've done is abuse me since I've sat down", he sighed, waving a hand in a dismissive fashion, leaning forward a little closer to Mikuni. Sure, he was just here to gather a bit of information, but perhaps there was a part of him that had missed this too, "Here I was imagining a touching reunion that would be spoken of for years to come! How disappointing".
Of course, he'd been expecting no such thing, his fingers shifting to pick up one of the teaspoons to lay on the table, rolling the silver between his fingers as he continued to listen, an eyebrow slightly raised at the request. Not that it was anything new, a slight pout forming as he slipped easily into his acting role so naturally, "Really? In public? Have you no shame Kuni-chan?".
It was the slight warning given before he was kneeling by Mikuni's chair, seemingly oblivious to the amount of attention that such an action naturally drew in their direction, "If Kuni-chan agrees to spend the night with me, I'll be whatever he wishes me to be", he grinned as he gazed back up at him, waiting for him to make the next move.
