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"This is Aoba, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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@2cool | text | 07.06.2017

[glitterpants]

Aoba-kun,
I have for long noticed your interest in wanting to be my friend for some time now. Do not fret, i have not forgotten my conquest to find us some place that has both savory & sweet items to eat.
Should you accept my invitation, you will not be disappointed. I am both a handsome and generous friend.

Let me know what you think.

YES or YES.

Regards,
Matsuno Karamatsu.

1/2

[bottombitch]

[ This is one of those texts where Aoba reads it, sets his comm device down for a moment, goes off to make himself a bracing cup of coffee and then tries reading it again.

Nope, still embarrassing. ]

Did you? That sounds great ☆

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba feels weird only sending this... but that's normal for a text, right? Given the other's formality, he adds quickly: ]

I, Seragaki Aoba, accept the generous invitation of my cool friend, Karamatsu-kun!

[ Nailed it. ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ HE SAID HE WAS COOL. God. ]}
Ah splendid. We can celebrate with singing and dancing too!
Tell me something.. do you enjoy singing?

YES or YES.
_{[ lmao he thinks he found a glitch in the universe's system by just putting yes or yes there. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Why does he keep writing YES or YES, is this code? Does he mean to say he won't take 'no' for an answer? ]

Singing and dancing? You mean like karaoke?

[ Is the place he found a karaoke bar? If so, he really needs to bring Noiz along. GOD HOW HILARIOUS WOULD THAT BE. ]

I'm not really talented or anything... but I like music a lot! I'm not tone deaf at least!

[glitterpants]

_{[ not what he had in mind.. but he types this out way too quickly: ]}
You would karaoke with me?!?!?!




Ah!! YES and YES.
_{[ CAN'T FORGET THAT PART. ]}

[bottombitch]

I'm not opposed to it, but I take it from your answer that karaoke wasn't your original idea.

[ Karaoke could be fun, even moreso with a group. Maybe if he dragged Noiz along... or Mugi! And there was that blond boy he met and turns out to be some kind of celebrity around here. Oh! What if his alien friend sings?

Aoba... focus. ]

So! Sweet and savory. Singing and dancing.

Just what kind of thing involves all these things, Karamatsu-kun? The suspense is killing me!

text ; 02/20/2018

[glitterpants]

_{[ Karamatsu hasn't spoken to Aoba since, well, that happened. He felt immensely guilty for what he had done but made no effort to come to terms with it or give Aoba any closure. In fact, he preferred to just move on like nothing had even happened at all.
After not hearing from Aoba for awhile, he silently was beginning to think that maybe he had damaged their friendship, so he decided to shoot him a text message. Here goes nothing. ]}

Ah.... my best.. bestest friend in all of the quarantine!
I desire to sing with you tonight if you could join me... oh, it will all be my treat for you.. i feel like it has been awhile since we have talked.
If you could, don't be shy, and send me back a message!

YOUR FRIEND
Matsuno Karamatsu.

text

[bottombitch]

[ Through a mess of white hair, Aoba stares for far too long into the glowing projection from his comms device. He's been feeling worse and worse ever since he felt the hard bumps form on his head and watched the color drain day by day from his hair, his skin and eyes until he looked like a ghost. Those bumps turned into curling red horns that would be the only color on him, giving him the vague impression of a twisted looking ram.

He can't go out like this. He can't even stand to look at his reflection. It's... it's ridiculous. ]

I'm not feeling up for it.

Sorry.

[ Go out to karaoke?! He'd get laughed at, or worse!! People will aggressively prompt him to divulge what he's keeping to himself. And if he's with Karamatsu... ]

...Can't one of your brothers go with you?

[glitterpants]

_{[ Ah.. there he is, avoiding him and making an excuse. Karamatsu doesn't have a lot going for him, but one thing he does have is a lot of determination. ]}
You see.... the problem with that...
None of them can sing! Ah.. should talent like me really be singing with them in public? I constantly am torn because i love my family with all of my love!

However.. you can sing really well, Aoba-kun.

[bottombitch]

...

[ Ah, he's doing that again. Being persistent. Aoba's convinced he does it without thinking, so spurned on by his own momentum that he ends up blowing right past all polite refusals and hesitation. But becoming a recluse reminds him too much of his darker years in his youth, when he feared venturing outside his own room and hiding out here makes him feel... on edge. Like something inside is clawing desperately to get out.

But then he sees his own reflection and his shoulders sag. Can he really go out looking like this? He looks like he's cosplaying some weird character... like an albino demon. This sucks!! ]

If you're complimenting me, then you must really want to hang out.

[glitterpants]

I would do anything in the world to hang out with you!!! Who wouldn't???
_{[ He's doing it again. He's flirting. He doesn't mean to and he realizes he really shouldn't, but it's too late and he's sent the message. ]}

You can even pick the music if you want!

1.2

[bottombitch]

[ ...Heh? ]

2.2

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba blinks at the screen. He didn't mean to send that, having half written it as a joke, but now he has unwittingly tossed the ball back into Karamatsu's court in a way that definitely makes it harder for him to refuse. Aoba then flops on his back, yelling at the ceiling as he clutches at his horns. His tone is too whiny for his age, but he feels caught! ]

Uwaaaah~ I can't believe I did that..!! How am I supposed to respond...!?

[ Eventually, he manages to provide one, but it's slow in coming. ]

So long... as it's just us.

[ If he pulls his hoodie over his head, maybe no one will notice how he looks. ]

( ACTION. ) 03.25.2018

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ It had been almost three solid weeks since Karamatsu had spent the night at Aoba's house and ever since then, he couldn't get the blue haired man out of his mind. It wasn't exactly every day, but it was close enough-- he would leave him presents and love letters either on his door step and at his work place.

Today, though, Aoba gets something else. It's a little creepy, but Karamatsu knows when Aoba gets off work and when he's at home, so he'll be outside of Aoba's house, dressed a little differently with his acoustic guitar in hand.

He's just gonna belt it like with no shame: ]</sub>

♫♬ My love for you is like a nectar,
From a fruit which is forbidden,
I don't know when it happened,
That I became so smitten,

You are a flower,
And you smell so nice,
I wish I was cross eyed,
So I could see you twice,

Your hair is bluer than the sky,
Your smile is the sun,
I do not understand why,
But you are my beloved one. ♫♬
_{[ there's also a bunch of assorted presents by his feet, yep. He's gone too far. ]}

oh my god... this is worse than I thought

[bottombitch]

[ It had started with summons to the hotel front desk to pick up flowers, with a card revealing who the sender was. When he first read it, he blushed so fiercely and rushed away with them so fast that the staff at the desk burst out into laughter and eagerly awaited his next reaction when the following day had another delivery. And it wasn't just there. Now some of his coworkers began to wonder what was the deal with someone leaving messages and boxes there too. Aoba never talked about it, but it was clear he was growing more and more uncomfortable.

So by the time he sees Karamatsu waiting for him, he thought he could just manage to sigh and quietly take him inside to talk. But when he shows up, practically sparkling, with gifts and what might be the worst love song ever, Aoba feels like he's being tortured. ]

'B-beloved one'... Kara-kun. Isn't that a bit...?

[ Still, Aoba is too polite to outright reject him, but he does feel like this had gotten way out of control. He looks at him, looks at the gift basket and then back at him again. ]

... [ This is just. Too much. They need to have a talk. ]

Do you want to come in for some tea?

expect nothing less

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ The second that Aoba takes notice of him, the more he smiles-- the more energy he puts into his singing. He finishes and when Aoba speaks he almost visibly melts, it's really disgusting.

He twists a lock of his fringe with his finger, a lopsided grin on his face. ]</sub>

You do not have to ask if I'd like some tea with you. I believe it could be a moment in my life I've been waiting for! Who knows where our mending hearts will take us in a moment like this.

_{[ uh. ]}

Here you are.. these are just small gifts. I hope you enjoy them with the rest.
_{[ holding out the basket to him. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Did he just... swoon? What is this... what's happening.

Aoba's really starting to question not only if maybe a more direct approach is needed, but he's so far gone in his own world that he wonders if words will even reach him. In any case, Aoba isn't about to drop any sort of reality on top of him without making sure it's in private. ]

It's important to ask. You know, before doing anything.

[ Like sending someone flowers and cards and gifts on a daily basis, at a pace that would strain even the most materialistic couples -- and they're not even a couple!! Aoba is reluctant to accept the gift, he knows he should be grateful, but instead it's another painful reminder of how awkward this feels. ]

Um. Why don't you hang onto this for now? I feel a little weird accepting it.

[ He has a box for all this stuff now, because he lacks space and it's just been cluttering up the hotel room. However, he has to admit it's had the unintended effect of lighting a fire under his ass about finding a place. ]

Come on, we should talk anyway. Besides... aren't you cold?

[ It's early spring!! And he's wearing no shirt, this guy... ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Karamatsu keeps smiling but his head tips to a shoulder as he merely holds the basket. He really doesn't have a clue. ]}

Oh, I see.. but I shouldn't leave the teddy in the cold either.
_{[ He steps inside, removing his shoes as he keeps hold of the present. At the question, his brows merely raise. ]}

Heh. I can be as cold as the weather will bring, but my heart will still stay warm around you.

[bottombitch]

Heeh?! [ This time Aoba looks perplexed, his brows creasing with worry as he looks into his face. He's acting oddly and he suspects he's getting far too attached, but he's also being weird even for Karamatsu. ]

...If you say so.

[ Aoba really wonders if this is okay. He doesn't seem at all affected by the weather. This might be bad or it might be just normal for him... but he's not going to take any chances, not when he's been acting so... odd.

Okay, so not odd for Karamatsu, but he still needs to talk to him! So Aoba leads him by the hand inside and takes the elevator up to his floor, then lets them into his room. As soon as he does, he also takes off his shoes along with Karamatsu, deposits his bag and coat and turns around to press the underside of his wrist up against his forehead, pushing his bangs away in the process. ]

First thing's first... I wanna check this.

[ His temperature. He was out there in unseasonably thin attire, but also he's been acting a bit odd, yeah? ]

( ACTION. ) backdated to 4.10

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ They had spent a good night together with Osomatsu and Karamatsu honestly couldn't think of any better way to spend the evening. There was no tension between he and Osomatsu, and he got to spend time with Aoba in a way that made him feel legitimately confident in who and what he was. As a courtesy, he offered to walk Aoba home. Not sure about Aoba, but lingering alcohol buzzed in his head from a night of singing and having a good time. Not once did they exchange their names.

Like this, he's a bit taller than Aoba, and for now, Karamatsu is enjoying the view. He takes wide strides, his hands in his pockets and wearing his sunglasses.. still at night... something that Karamatsu always does. ]</sub>

Tch. I had a time with you tonight, you should know. I was wondering about something, but I'm not certain if it's too forward to ask..
_{[ He looks away, as if trying to be shy, but then adds on before Aoba can reply: ]}

Hah. Are you seeing anyone or anything?
_{[ wow... ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Admittedly, Aoba had a really good time with the pair. But to him, they're friendly, albeit eccentric and attractive strangers that happen to remind him of some people he knows. He hasn't made the connection, nor has the subject of flowers come up. Nor has he even learned their names yet.

And yet. This one seems to be stuck on him like glue. He... doesn't mind terribly, and he blushes at the bold question. Despite how he's been gently deflecting the more forward of the pair all night, which is a lot harder than it sounds because this tall drink of water, however try-hard he is, he's stunningly gorgeous. ]

...No.

[ Despite being on guard, there's something about him that makes him easier to talk to. Enough that Aoba turns to him and begins to walk backwards, lifting his hands to try to sweep the sunglasses up and off his face to peer through them himself. ]

I was recently dumped. So I'm kind of taking it easy for now.

[ Aoba has had some practice distancing himself from the emotion behind this fact, and keeps his tone light. It helps that he distracts himself with an observation unrelated to the painful topic. ]

Heeh? How can you even see with these on?

[ Aoba puts them on, then turns his back on him, putting out his hands in front of him and slowing his pace considerably as he starts to walk blindly. The lingering effects of a few too many drinks have left him a little giddy and boneless, more likely to return to certain topics. ]

...Why do you ask, anyway?

[glitterpants]

A-ah, be careful with that.. it is.. expensive fashion!
_{[ man doesn't that sound familiar.. ]}

I see.. I follow my sense of direction with my heart, not with my eyes.
_{[ omg what an idiot. ]}

You should give them back to me, you know.
_{[ He doesn't answer the question because those sunglasses make up at least half of his identity. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba slips the glasses off and blinks at him. For a moment, while he was pretty much blind wearing his shades at night, when he spoke like that...

Inspecting the glasses in his hands, his eyes narrow slightly. ]

Here, take them back.

[ He holds it out, but will pull back slightly a moment later. ]

...But you should tell me where you got them.

[glitterpants]

Where I got them? Hmmm. I have had them a long time.. since high school. They came from.. home! Ah, yes, home. Like everyone else, I'm misplaced and sent here for who knows how long.

_{[ He takes back the shades and clears his throat. Come on, Karamatsu. Sound cool. ]}

Answering your question, I wanted to see if you would like to have some.. fun.
_{[ Hmm. He's not stuttering at least. ]}

That is why I asked.