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(And by chill I mean: Bandou flailing like an idiot and Warren being highly entertained!)
(And by chill I mean: Bandou flailing like an idiot and Warren being highly entertained!)
continues
The pleasant atmosphere of the skating rink buzzes around him at the same time as his phone's buzz, informing him unnecessarily of a new text. The words pop up on the screen before his eyes, a miracle of technology. Gone are the handwritten letters of yesteryear, with perfumed pages.
The text might not feature Bandou's hand, but it's him all over. Warren's affectionate gazing at the old texts breaks out into a laugh at the new. What size? Ah, the box of prophylactics says --
Heh. Bandou cuts him off. Of course he would anticipate an awful joke and raise his shield!
Now, Warren raises his head. To look for loverboy, presumably at the community building where customers pay to rent the specialty footwear in lieu of bringing their own. The scene is not too crowded, yet popular enough that Warren must scan body and after body before he finds the most familiar one. He stands up, giving the friendly dog who had been waiting alongside him one last pet. Fur on his new gloves, ah, Bandou probably isn't allergic.
Look at him smile... Warren's eyesight is enhanced compared to a human's; even if Bandou is far away he can tell the young man is smiling from ear to ear with pride. His heart beats a song of excitement. It takes a moment for Warren to remember he ought to give Bandou's question an answer instead of looking at him like a lovesick puppy...
A half-size larger than yours?
No corny joke! He managed to hold back.
You look more handsome than anyone else here tonight. The ocean glow of this evening's lights suits you.
The skate-scuffed ice reflects white and blue lights all around, especially concentrated on arches above the rink. He can hear half-conversations and the shout of a fall, but all the while there is no one he wants to look at except the ruffian over there, beaming at the employee like he'd won a trophy.
The pleasant atmosphere of the skating rink buzzes around him at the same time as his phone's buzz, informing him unnecessarily of a new text. The words pop up on the screen before his eyes, a miracle of technology. Gone are the handwritten letters of yesteryear, with perfumed pages.
The text might not feature Bandou's hand, but it's him all over. Warren's affectionate gazing at the old texts breaks out into a laugh at the new. What size? Ah, the box of prophylactics says --
Heh. Bandou cuts him off. Of course he would anticipate an awful joke and raise his shield!
Now, Warren raises his head. To look for loverboy, presumably at the community building where customers pay to rent the specialty footwear in lieu of bringing their own. The scene is not too crowded, yet popular enough that Warren must scan body and after body before he finds the most familiar one. He stands up, giving the friendly dog who had been waiting alongside him one last pet. Fur on his new gloves, ah, Bandou probably isn't allergic.
Look at him smile... Warren's eyesight is enhanced compared to a human's; even if Bandou is far away he can tell the young man is smiling from ear to ear with pride. His heart beats a song of excitement. It takes a moment for Warren to remember he ought to give Bandou's question an answer instead of looking at him like a lovesick puppy...
A half-size larger than yours?
No corny joke! He managed to hold back.
You look more handsome than anyone else here tonight. The ocean glow of this evening's lights suits you.
The skate-scuffed ice reflects white and blue lights all around, especially concentrated on arches above the rink. He can hear half-conversations and the shout of a fall, but all the while there is no one he wants to look at except the ruffian over there, beaming at the employee like he'd won a trophy.
Perhaps the reason it took so long for Warren to spot the "Waldo" in the crowd despite his enhanced vision, was that Bandou's decided to tidy himself up a bit. Ditched the shades and hat, put on a nicer top than a hoodie. Seems the only piece of his usual outfit that made the cut is his faux-leather jacket. Paired with a nice sweater (no not the doggie one), he's looking like he belongs in the crowd, versus standing out as someone who might mug a passer by. In truth, it's the outfit he usually wears if he needs to go on a job interview, but a date is just as important!
At Warren's first text, he's able to finally order their skates. But the second text has his smile broadening further. Certainly, he was nervous about suddenly exposing himself to the public. So reading Warren's honest compliment is as soothing as it is ego-boosting.
(*◍▽◍) lucky you~
With the kiosk employee finally delivering their rented skates, Bandou pays, then looks through the crowd to try and spot Warren in return. His effort in the challenge doesn't last long before he pulls his phone out again.
where are you lurking??
At Warren's first text, he's able to finally order their skates. But the second text has his smile broadening further. Certainly, he was nervous about suddenly exposing himself to the public. So reading Warren's honest compliment is as soothing as it is ego-boosting.
(*◍▽◍) lucky you~
With the kiosk employee finally delivering their rented skates, Bandou pays, then looks through the crowd to try and spot Warren in return. His effort in the challenge doesn't last long before he pulls his phone out again.
where are you lurking??
Edited 2025-02-05 21:43 (UTC)
Not the doggie-Dior?? A senselessly wasted opportunity! Pearls before swine, harumph!
No, fr tho, Warren always knew Bandou cleaned up nice. Part of the pleasure in pursuing him was watching him emerge from his cocoon. The vampire's luxury of time allows Warren to anticipate how Bandou will grow more handsome into his maturing years.
The need for an upgrade to Bandou's workwear wardrobe aside, Warren is suitably impressed by his suitor. Bandou put that extra effort in. Probably spritzed cologne behind his ears.
Actually, hopefully not that last bit. Given the answer to Bandou's question. Delivered via text, but destined to receive no text in reply.
While some vampires torment their food to enhance its flavor through medieval means beyond the capability of mere mortals, Warren employs stealth of the highest skill level to jumpscare Bandou out of his skin.
Ditched the usual shades, hhm?
Out of the shadows, Warren's hands cover Bandou's eyes.
"Guess who," whispers the night.
No, fr tho, Warren always knew Bandou cleaned up nice. Part of the pleasure in pursuing him was watching him emerge from his cocoon. The vampire's luxury of time allows Warren to anticipate how Bandou will grow more handsome into his maturing years.
The need for an upgrade to Bandou's workwear wardrobe aside, Warren is suitably impressed by his suitor. Bandou put that extra effort in. Probably spritzed cologne behind his ears.
Actually, hopefully not that last bit. Given the answer to Bandou's question. Delivered via text, but destined to receive no text in reply.
While some vampires torment their food to enhance its flavor through medieval means beyond the capability of mere mortals, Warren employs stealth of the highest skill level to jumpscare Bandou out of his skin.
Ditched the usual shades, hhm?
Out of the shadows, Warren's hands cover Bandou's eyes.
"Guess who," whispers the night.
And oh boy does it get him to jump! Not only jump, but he gives a yelp loud enough for multiple people to stop and stare. Not what Bandou wants right now, Warren! Not when he's without his tactical insecurity outfit! His date will get a good smack to the side with his pair of skates.
"You're lucky these skates have blade covers on them!" Otherwise, it might have been the moment Warren finally earned his sexy facial scar. "Or that I didn't melt the whole ice rink down! Fuck..."
Give the boy a moment to breathe and let his heart stop racing.
"Here, idiot." Bandou pouts and pushes the rentals into Warren's hands. "I don't care if they don't fit. You're wearing them anyway." Spoken like a true mature adult, petty tone and all.
"You're lucky these skates have blade covers on them!" Otherwise, it might have been the moment Warren finally earned his sexy facial scar. "Or that I didn't melt the whole ice rink down! Fuck..."
Give the boy a moment to breathe and let his heart stop racing.
"Here, idiot." Bandou pouts and pushes the rentals into Warren's hands. "I don't care if they don't fit. You're wearing them anyway." Spoken like a true mature adult, petty tone and all.
[workin' hard or hardly workin'? bro. buddy. pal. what's this special delivery sent to bandou's busy jobsite?
it's gotta be food. 100%, the unhealthiest food a guy could ask for. but...it's a little weird, isn't it? seems to be packaged in a plain cardboard box, like pizza, but the box is white. someone's sharpie'd a batman symbol on it. you gettin' deliveries from br*ce w*yne?
anyway, if a certain lucky guy's tummy is rumbling, open it.
inside lays a cornucopia of
chicken wings.
positioned carefully in the shape of a heart.
all sorts of sauced up delights, we got garlic, we got honey, we got dill pickle because wtf, why not. there's even a cup of dipping sauce if the high society eater wants to double-down to flavortown. it's (s)creamy white. gotta be bluecheese. with. with, uuuuuh, a heart-shaped drizzled of spicy buffalo on top. it sends a subtle message.]
it's gotta be food. 100%, the unhealthiest food a guy could ask for. but...it's a little weird, isn't it? seems to be packaged in a plain cardboard box, like pizza, but the box is white. someone's sharpie'd a batman symbol on it. you gettin' deliveries from br*ce w*yne?
anyway, if a certain lucky guy's tummy is rumbling, open it.
inside lays a cornucopia of
chicken wings.
positioned carefully in the shape of a heart.
all sorts of sauced up delights, we got garlic, we got honey, we got dill pickle because wtf, why not. there's even a cup of dipping sauce if the high society eater wants to double-down to flavortown. it's (s)creamy white. gotta be bluecheese. with. with, uuuuuh, a heart-shaped drizzled of spicy buffalo on top. it sends a subtle message.]
[Bandou, who'd already started his lunch break without informing his shift manager, is slouched in an unoccupied booth towards the back of the burger shop.
"Oi, Bandou! Did you order food?" His coworker calls out, carrying the box which he'd been instructed to keep very still, because the contents were very fragile. Obviously the answer is 'no' by the confused face he pulls at the question. A confusion that continues as he stares at the odd packaging, and flips into embarrassment once the lid is lifted and its romantic(?) contents are revealed. And, of course, the randomness of this delivery had drawn a few other coworkers over. Now, he's getting teased about whomever this mystery sender is.
Telling them all to stfu doesn't do much good, and it's only after he haphazardly closes the box that it all comes together. The symbol drawn on the lid isn't meant to be the Batman logo... And unfortunately, 'I'm gonna kill him' hissed through gritted teeth doesn't help stifle the mocking he's getting.
Warren will know his gift's been delivered when he a slew of angry emoji floods his text inbox.]
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🦇🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
[Just envision him with his phone out, frantically tapping the flame emoji like he's playing some addictive clicker game.]
"Oi, Bandou! Did you order food?" His coworker calls out, carrying the box which he'd been instructed to keep very still, because the contents were very fragile. Obviously the answer is 'no' by the confused face he pulls at the question. A confusion that continues as he stares at the odd packaging, and flips into embarrassment once the lid is lifted and its romantic(?) contents are revealed. And, of course, the randomness of this delivery had drawn a few other coworkers over. Now, he's getting teased about whomever this mystery sender is.
Telling them all to stfu doesn't do much good, and it's only after he haphazardly closes the box that it all comes together. The symbol drawn on the lid isn't meant to be the Batman logo... And unfortunately, 'I'm gonna kill him' hissed through gritted teeth doesn't help stifle the mocking he's getting.
Warren will know his gift's been delivered when he a slew of angry emoji floods his text inbox.]
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🦇🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
[Just envision him with his phone out, frantically tapping the flame emoji like he's playing some addictive clicker game.]
[Tsk, tsk. Taking an early lunch? Such an irresponsible young man. Someone ought to take him over one knee! Surely a few smacks would teach him a lesson. Speaking of Valentine's Day activities:
Warren lowers his binoculars. Thank goodness for the burger shop's large windows! Even so, he can hardly spot Bandou, sitting all the way at the back. The view of the smirks on his fast-food fellows' faces is good enough for now. An appetizer, of sorts.
Who could it be, they wonder. A big tiddy goth GF? Close! Actually close!! Warren takes a moment to savour the glow of a prank well done. The schoolyard chanting of yesteryear never really goes away. So-and-so has a girlfriend? Deploy the taunts!
Aaaaah, good times.
Naturally, he isn't surprised when his phone blows up. Sweetheart, my angel, yes, surely Bandou is thanking him profusely for the considerate gift of a full stomach? It's only fair, after Bandou's given him that very same thing so often. And the variety! Chicken wings doused in sauces from A to Z! Goddamn Warren's a good boyfriend.]
..........
[Pfahaha.]
Silly boy.
[Smiling to himself, he taps back.]
That's a little -too- warm, darling. You wouldn't want to burn me to a crisp! Or is this your way of saying you devoured the buffalo sauce to match your blood to our spicy night ahead?
Warren lowers his binoculars. Thank goodness for the burger shop's large windows! Even so, he can hardly spot Bandou, sitting all the way at the back. The view of the smirks on his fast-food fellows' faces is good enough for now. An appetizer, of sorts.
Who could it be, they wonder. A big tiddy goth GF? Close! Actually close!! Warren takes a moment to savour the glow of a prank well done. The schoolyard chanting of yesteryear never really goes away. So-and-so has a girlfriend? Deploy the taunts!
Aaaaah, good times.
Naturally, he isn't surprised when his phone blows up. Sweetheart, my angel, yes, surely Bandou is thanking him profusely for the considerate gift of a full stomach? It's only fair, after Bandou's given him that very same thing so often. And the variety! Chicken wings doused in sauces from A to Z! Goddamn Warren's a good boyfriend.]
..........
[Pfahaha.]
Silly boy.
[Smiling to himself, he taps back.]
That's a little -too- warm, darling. You wouldn't want to burn me to a crisp! Or is this your way of saying you devoured the buffalo sauce to match your blood to our spicy night ahead?
[How dare Warren bring up the trauma's of his school years! That's hardly romantic! And while he's in work uniform, unable to shield himself with his sunglasses and hood, no less. At least this time the company teasing him is ever so slightly more mature - giving him a few congratulatory pats on the back while they take it upon themselves to share the gifted meal. Oh, and that his manager realized where everyone ran off to and is ushering them back to work. It leaves Bandou to enjoy(?) the rest of his valentine's treat on his own, mainly cause he already clocked off for lunch.
Surely his boss with have words with him later.
So, sauce on his one hand, he finally responds to Warren's text. He's lucky Bandou hasn't figured out the vampire literally stalks him sometimes.]
it means im gonna light you up if you pull something like this again
#(◍`ヘ'◍)
[Now enjoy the sight of Bandou eating those wings, Warren, cause he is most certainly saving the garlic ones for last! A nice, big garlicky smooch awaits you!]
Surely his boss with have words with him later.
So, sauce on his one hand, he finally responds to Warren's text. He's lucky Bandou hasn't figured out the vampire literally stalks him sometimes.]
it means im gonna light you up if you pull something like this again
#(◍`ヘ'◍)
[Now enjoy the sight of Bandou eating those wings, Warren, cause he is most certainly saving the garlic ones for last! A nice, big garlicky smooch awaits you!]
Edited (I keep thinking of more to add oops) 2025-02-14 08:58 (UTC)
[Any reminders of those bullying days are unintentional. Besides, isn't it good to look back once in a while to see how far he's come? Now he's being bullied by a supernatural legend. That's a step up!
One of those opportunistic co-workers yanking from the heart-shaped mountain of poultry better not find the diamond engagement ring hidden within the meat... joking, joking. He'd never risk a choking hazard.
Anyway, stalking (ahem, observing) Bandou to plan for his lunch hour paid off. Look at him chow down! So satisfying when a gift is well-received. Smiling, Warren glances at his own phone after spying through the lenses for a little while, seeing which order of deliciousness Bandou chooses to attack.]
Woe, I am besotted with an ungrateful wretch. Don't I deserve credit for not sending an uninspired heart-shaped pepperoni pizza? Your taste buds are dancing with delight and don't you deny it.
[oh no, hadn't there been wet-wipes included in the takeout instructions? Warren is tempted to tease him for eating messily but holds back from revealing himself.]
One of those opportunistic co-workers yanking from the heart-shaped mountain of poultry better not find the diamond engagement ring hidden within the meat... joking, joking. He'd never risk a choking hazard.
Anyway, stalking (ahem, observing) Bandou to plan for his lunch hour paid off. Look at him chow down! So satisfying when a gift is well-received. Smiling, Warren glances at his own phone after spying through the lenses for a little while, seeing which order of deliciousness Bandou chooses to attack.]
Woe, I am besotted with an ungrateful wretch. Don't I deserve credit for not sending an uninspired heart-shaped pepperoni pizza? Your taste buds are dancing with delight and don't you deny it.
[oh no, hadn't there been wet-wipes included in the takeout instructions? Warren is tempted to tease him for eating messily but holds back from revealing himself.]
[Ah, but without wet-wipes, Warren wouldn't get to watch as Bandou licked each of his fingers clean before texting back~]
that doesnt mean you have to send them to me while im working!!!
were hanging out later anyway
give it to me then!!
[Phrasing Bandou, please.
You'd almost think he knows Warren is watching with the force he uses to cram the large take out box into the garbage can. Take that, box! Showing up here making people laugh at me! How dare you be in cahoots with my vampire boyfriend!]
that doesnt mean you have to send them to me while im working!!!
were hanging out later anyway
give it to me then!!
[Phrasing Bandou, please.
You'd almost think he knows Warren is watching with the force he uses to cram the large take out box into the garbage can. Take that, box! Showing up here making people laugh at me! How dare you be in cahoots with my vampire boyfriend!]
[It's true; while not a kink per se, Warren appreciates the aesthetic of a good finger lickin' view. Giving Bandou the delight of a high-calorie meal was the intent of the gift, after all. Take-out isn't cheap these days! A young man needs to indulge the siren call of greasy food once in a while. Even if he does work in the industry.
Thus, Warren's spying eyes appreciates the demolition derby inflicted on chicken wing mountain, ignoring the angry buzz of his phone until after he has watched the angry slam dunk of the batman-box. He feels good. Happy. Bandou being Bandou, that's all it takes to put a smile on his face.]
You'll be stuffed with thicker meat than chicken wings, later.
[There's no chance a sensible argument reminding Bandou that this hour is designated as his nutrition break away from labor, not when a stupid joke is ripe for the plucking. Warren steps out of his beat-up, utterly embarrassing clunker of a vehicle. Ever seen a vampire in tan sweatpants? Now you have. He honks the horn. Yes, it's still la cucaracha.]
~🎵
[The matching amber hoodie proclaims in a sultry red font: blood is my love language.]
Thus, Warren's spying eyes appreciates the demolition derby inflicted on chicken wing mountain, ignoring the angry buzz of his phone until after he has watched the angry slam dunk of the batman-box. He feels good. Happy. Bandou being Bandou, that's all it takes to put a smile on his face.]
You'll be stuffed with thicker meat than chicken wings, later.
[There's no chance a sensible argument reminding Bandou that this hour is designated as his nutrition break away from labor, not when a stupid joke is ripe for the plucking. Warren steps out of his beat-up, utterly embarrassing clunker of a vehicle. Ever seen a vampire in tan sweatpants? Now you have. He honks the horn. Yes, it's still la cucaracha.]
~🎵
[The matching amber hoodie proclaims in a sultry red font: blood is my love language.]
[ Should the boy be back on the clock by now? Probably. But, Bandou must savor the moment of receiving one of Warren's dirty puns without good, old embarrassment looking him right in the tinted lenses. He snickers at his phone screen. That one liner was beyond stupid, but he can't deny it put a pretty hot image in his head, too.
Unfortunately, Warren had a follow up to that saucy little pun. One that has Bandou visibly jumping as all heads in the restaurant turn to see who in the hell actually made that their car horn.
Real romantic there, baby.]
Unfortunately, Warren had a follow up to that saucy little pun. One that has Bandou visibly jumping as all heads in the restaurant turn to see who in the hell actually made that their car horn.
Real romantic there, baby.]
[What, does Bandou want his favorite suitor to roll up in a Rolex, Rolls Royce, Roses combo? The taunting from his burger-joint buddies would never end. The way things are, Warren's given Bandou plausible deniability. It's a coincidence that this weirder, older, hotter acquaintance showed up. Heck, maybe he's just Bandou's weed dealer.
Since honking wasn't enough of a lure to get Bandou to go outside into the darkened parking lot, Warren crooks his fingers at him, leaning on the hood. Come hither lil mama, lemme whisper in yo ear. Bet Bandou can't wait to see the depths of groan-worthy humor that awaits after reaching 'beyond stupid' tier.]
Since honking wasn't enough of a lure to get Bandou to go outside into the darkened parking lot, Warren crooks his fingers at him, leaning on the hood. Come hither lil mama, lemme whisper in yo ear. Bet Bandou can't wait to see the depths of groan-worthy humor that awaits after reaching 'beyond stupid' tier.]
[And Warren will receive an infamous finger gesture in return! Give him a few minutes, though. Gotta convince the boss to let him leave early due to a tummy ache. You shouldn't go accepting candy from weirdos in the parking lot, Bandou.
Fully clad in his incognito attire, once more, he slinks up to the love mobile.]
Seriously?
[He gestures to the declaration on Warren's hoodie.]
After all that, I might not even give you your gift.
Fully clad in his incognito attire, once more, he slinks up to the love mobile.]
Seriously?
[He gestures to the declaration on Warren's hoodie.]
After all that, I might not even give you your gift.
[The plea for an early end to the shift appears to have not fallen on deaf ears. No matter how blatant it may be that the tummy ache excuse isn't entirely legitimate. It could be, it just could be, though. That pile of wings really was gargantuan! Must be the supervisor's way of showing support to the right of all youths to act foolishly. Warren silently offers thanks for the show of good will.
Meanwhile, Bandou seems to have no gratitude for the generous meal. It doesn't have much effect on the way Warren looks at him, though. The softness in his eyes gives way to the usual mischievousness; he gives a 'can you blame me?' shrug. There's some movie tie-in or whatever (probably) associated with the slogan.]
You wound me! [Watch Warren clasp his chest. Cupid's arrow struck in the same spot some time ago...] Whatever do you mean, after all that?
Meanwhile, Bandou seems to have no gratitude for the generous meal. It doesn't have much effect on the way Warren looks at him, though. The softness in his eyes gives way to the usual mischievousness; he gives a 'can you blame me?' shrug. There's some movie tie-in or whatever (probably) associated with the slogan.]
You wound me! [Watch Warren clasp his chest. Cupid's arrow struck in the same spot some time ago...] Whatever do you mean, after all that?
You know they're gonna be on me about this until I explain it.
[Had he ever even told Warren which franchise location he worked at? Should he really even be surprised he figured it out? The creaking of the rusty van door mimicks the groan Bandou heaves just thinking about all the heckling that is to come once the next work week starts.]
I'm never working a closing shift again.
[Stated in all its bratty child glory. He even slumps onto his side of the bench seat with a pout and crossed arms. As if such a threat could even keep Warren's meddling in his social life at bay.]
[Had he ever even told Warren which franchise location he worked at? Should he really even be surprised he figured it out? The creaking of the rusty van door mimicks the groan Bandou heaves just thinking about all the heckling that is to come once the next work week starts.]
I'm never working a closing shift again.
[Stated in all its bratty child glory. He even slumps onto his side of the bench seat with a pout and crossed arms. As if such a threat could even keep Warren's meddling in his social life at bay.]
[Heckling builds character. The crew will be amused to have seen Bandou with a persistent 'friend' then become bored of toying with the introvert's feelings. That's why Warren is better than they are; he won't stop treating Bandou like a plaything no matter how much time passes!]
Good. Use your daylight hours for money-making and spend your nights with me.
[Warren falls into step with Bandou, getting in to the driver's seat. Instead of pouting though, Warren scoots close to him.]
I could not wait one hour more to see you.
[A different tone. He means it. By mid-February, the long winter nights have begun to weaken against the daylight. Warren will lose much of his ability to wander. The intensity of his desire to see Bandou on tonight of all nights burns in his eyes, and yet he holds back from making a move.]
Good. Use your daylight hours for money-making and spend your nights with me.
[Warren falls into step with Bandou, getting in to the driver's seat. Instead of pouting though, Warren scoots close to him.]
I could not wait one hour more to see you.
[A different tone. He means it. By mid-February, the long winter nights have begun to weaken against the daylight. Warren will lose much of his ability to wander. The intensity of his desire to see Bandou on tonight of all nights burns in his eyes, and yet he holds back from making a move.]
[The changing of the seasons, the return of long lasting hours of sunlight, it hasn't even occurred to Bandou that their time will be cut shorter each day. Certainly when it's realized, he'll long for night to fall just as deeply as Warren does.
But Warren's words erase any frustration Bandou'd felt as he hung up his work uniform and braved the embarrassment of walking through the restaurant's lobby. How can he stay mad when words of deep longing are being spoken to him? The dramatic antics that started their evening together showcased Warren's desire for him, but intimate words in private hit much harder for Bandou.
The pout vanishes, a shy smile slowly taking it's place. One that yearns to here more sweet words of affection.]
I've never gotten to spend Valentine's Day with someone. You're getting all my firsts.
But Warren's words erase any frustration Bandou'd felt as he hung up his work uniform and braved the embarrassment of walking through the restaurant's lobby. How can he stay mad when words of deep longing are being spoken to him? The dramatic antics that started their evening together showcased Warren's desire for him, but intimate words in private hit much harder for Bandou.
The pout vanishes, a shy smile slowly taking it's place. One that yearns to here more sweet words of affection.]
I've never gotten to spend Valentine's Day with someone. You're getting all my firsts.
Edited 2025-02-17 21:37 (UTC)
[Until the baneful rule of Summer Warren will be a steady fixture hovering around Bandou's supper hour. Like the hoodie's delicate cursive says, food is a love language. Perhaps it's some remnant of Warren's upbringing in the Old World ways (in his babushka era). The cold of Winter encourages reliance on hearty carbs to fight sickness. He wants to see his favorite slender young man thrive against the tendency for colds and flu to insidiously spread this time of year.
If Bandou had wanted to stay mad, he could have. The consequence could have included pinched cheeks...or kissed cheeks. The way Bandou responds to honest desire is heartening; they share that need. Even if Warren doesn't show it as openly, he needs to be told he's wanted too.
The look in his eyes becomes soft and affectionate. One more first to claim until they've all been gathered to his chest like a vibrant eternal bouquet.]
I cherish each one more than you can imagine. Your precious feelings are what fill my black heart, Saburouta.
If Bandou had wanted to stay mad, he could have. The consequence could have included pinched cheeks...or kissed cheeks. The way Bandou responds to honest desire is heartening; they share that need. Even if Warren doesn't show it as openly, he needs to be told he's wanted too.
The look in his eyes becomes soft and affectionate. One more first to claim until they've all been gathered to his chest like a vibrant eternal bouquet.]
I cherish each one more than you can imagine. Your precious feelings are what fill my black heart, Saburouta.
Little by little, Warren's plan to coax Bandou towards ditching his "tactical insecurity outfit" takes hold. Warren doesn't mind the comfortable outfit one bit, it's actually very warm, made of a cozy mix of fabric. The hoodie, shades, everything about the combo feels (and smells) like Bandou. However, its significance is a shackle. If Bandou wants to stay hidden from society he's welcome to curl up in Warren's coffin forever.
But... Warren has unfulfilled fears, traumas, things he never accomplished, that lead even a vampire's subconscious into acting a certain way.
Bandou's jump into the stratosphere really is just a tease, though! Look at him, heheheh. Did he survive the terror inflected upon his vulnerable self? There you have it. Warren may be laughing his ass off at that SPROINGY reaction but it's really all part of a master plan for Bandou's own good!
Thwap-- there go the skates.
The blades couldn't possibly hurt him but that's not important. Melting down the rink, now... Aaaah, please don't.
Warren's loud laughter smoothes out into a big grin. Idiot, he says. Sweetly romantic! ♥ If only Bandou knew how elated it made Warren feel to hear that nickname.
"Of course, of course. You picked them out for me, after all. I wouldn't dream of refusing a carefully chosen gift from my date."
More teasing. Warren snags the skates out of Bandou's offering (forcing) hands and lets the white pair, a little scuffed, dangle off his shoulder.
"Come, let's find an unoccupied bench."
And to prove there is at least a tiny shred of remorse for being a bully (just like, one atom tho) Warren steals Bandou's hand to keep his own gloved one company.
But... Warren has unfulfilled fears, traumas, things he never accomplished, that lead even a vampire's subconscious into acting a certain way.
Bandou's jump into the stratosphere really is just a tease, though! Look at him, heheheh. Did he survive the terror inflected upon his vulnerable self? There you have it. Warren may be laughing his ass off at that SPROINGY reaction but it's really all part of a master plan for Bandou's own good!
Thwap-- there go the skates.
The blades couldn't possibly hurt him but that's not important. Melting down the rink, now... Aaaah, please don't.
Warren's loud laughter smoothes out into a big grin. Idiot, he says. Sweetly romantic! ♥ If only Bandou knew how elated it made Warren feel to hear that nickname.
"Of course, of course. You picked them out for me, after all. I wouldn't dream of refusing a carefully chosen gift from my date."
More teasing. Warren snags the skates out of Bandou's offering (forcing) hands and lets the white pair, a little scuffed, dangle off his shoulder.
"Come, let's find an unoccupied bench."
And to prove there is at least a tiny shred of remorse for being a bully (just like, one atom tho) Warren steals Bandou's hand to keep his own gloved one company.
A date? Oh, that's right, this is a true, honest to God date, isn't it! Even though Bandou, himself, was the one to ask, it makes the moment all the more solid in his mind. Even more so when those gloved fingers interlace with his own.
The racing of his heart may not only be from the near heart attack he just had.
Should Warren catch a glance of him on their excursion to find a place to sit, he'll find a look of distracted excitement. He's mentally high-fiving himself right now.
"So, do you actually know how to skate?" He finally refocuses once they're seated and lacing up their rentals. Oh how he hopes the answer is a no. He's very confident in his own abilities on the ice, and the possibility that he could show off for his date is clear in the tone he asks his question.
The racing of his heart may not only be from the near heart attack he just had.
Should Warren catch a glance of him on their excursion to find a place to sit, he'll find a look of distracted excitement. He's mentally high-fiving himself right now.
"So, do you actually know how to skate?" He finally refocuses once they're seated and lacing up their rentals. Oh how he hopes the answer is a no. He's very confident in his own abilities on the ice, and the possibility that he could show off for his date is clear in the tone he asks his question.
[Saburouta. Even if Warren's used his given name for a time now, he might not ever fully get used to it. But it's spoken with such affection, growing on him a little more each time the name falls from Warren's lips. Bandou hopes that one day, he'll hear the name and only good memories will fill his mind.]
Which first do you want next?
[A flirtatious question, similar to the one he'd asked moments before Warren nearly took his life. Gosh, they're even seated in the same spot, like a couple revisiting their honeymoon destination after being sworn to one another for a decade. Except not nearly as much time has passed.]
Black's such a boring color. You'd look much better in red!
Which first do you want next?
[A flirtatious question, similar to the one he'd asked moments before Warren nearly took his life. Gosh, they're even seated in the same spot, like a couple revisiting their honeymoon destination after being sworn to one another for a decade. Except not nearly as much time has passed.]
Black's such a boring color. You'd look much better in red!
A certified date, a letter sealed with wax, signed in shimmering gold ink. Irrefutably, this is a couples' outing. As if the way Warren looks at Bandou were magnetism's invisible pull, keeping him close and everyone else repelled.
The sweetness and familiar beats of that dear heart draw Warren in, the background noise of other people likewise enjoying the fair, cold atmosphere dims to bare bones. Warren has known that narrowing of vision exclusively as a hunter's pleasure; it's so different now. A satisfaction intertwining both dark and human thirsts. A fox with a hare in its mouth... A fox with a mate in its den. How can they be one and the same?
-- Like a ringing in his ears, Bandou's voice brings Warren out of his thoughts.
The skating rink is semi-permanent, and thus the benches are fixed in place. Over-treated by varnish and chemicals but lacking the scent of either. The question makes Warren think back, long ago. Sitting on a very different bench, made of wood still close to its soul. By a single man, not a machine. The ways of the world are taken for granted. Yet, Warren doesn't mind the electric lights overhead nor the speakers playing pop music, or the aroma of all sorts of fabrics, treats, and perfumes utterly unthinkable to his hometown.
"No, not really."
Warren can skate. He learned back in the days when Masaferry believed he was human. He'd learned that, and how to lie very well. Bandou and the Masaferry of the past, they were both so young. And then, then... He had changed.
"Will you teach me?"
The encouraging tone is as genuine as Bandou's. He watches him as he finishes lacing his skates, mournful that they hadn't held hands long enough despite knowing more awaits in the near future. Warren's pair is untouched on his shoulder, one skate on either side of his upper body.
He sets aside - with practised effort - the worry that Bandou will change, too.
The sweetness and familiar beats of that dear heart draw Warren in, the background noise of other people likewise enjoying the fair, cold atmosphere dims to bare bones. Warren has known that narrowing of vision exclusively as a hunter's pleasure; it's so different now. A satisfaction intertwining both dark and human thirsts. A fox with a hare in its mouth... A fox with a mate in its den. How can they be one and the same?
-- Like a ringing in his ears, Bandou's voice brings Warren out of his thoughts.
The skating rink is semi-permanent, and thus the benches are fixed in place. Over-treated by varnish and chemicals but lacking the scent of either. The question makes Warren think back, long ago. Sitting on a very different bench, made of wood still close to its soul. By a single man, not a machine. The ways of the world are taken for granted. Yet, Warren doesn't mind the electric lights overhead nor the speakers playing pop music, or the aroma of all sorts of fabrics, treats, and perfumes utterly unthinkable to his hometown.
"No, not really."
Warren can skate. He learned back in the days when Masaferry believed he was human. He'd learned that, and how to lie very well. Bandou and the Masaferry of the past, they were both so young. And then, then... He had changed.
"Will you teach me?"
The encouraging tone is as genuine as Bandou's. He watches him as he finishes lacing his skates, mournful that they hadn't held hands long enough despite knowing more awaits in the near future. Warren's pair is untouched on his shoulder, one skate on either side of his upper body.
He sets aside - with practised effort - the worry that Bandou will change, too.
[Hope for the future...? One day. What might one day hold? Good memories of special moments is what Bandou hopes for, and Warren's words are nearly literal; his heart can only hold what hope Bandou delivers to him.
He makes a small noise, like a breath taken when surprised by pain. That instance of losing his self-control was no honeymoon.]
Would I...?
[No, no. No. Bandou would never want to see Warren coated in red if he truly understood what it meant. The flame clan's primary color will have to make way for fire's secondary hue if Warren were to humor Bandou's hint.]
I like orange best of all. That's not boring, is it?
[He smiles, in return one for one to Bandou's flirty air.]
Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.
He makes a small noise, like a breath taken when surprised by pain. That instance of losing his self-control was no honeymoon.]
Would I...?
[No, no. No. Bandou would never want to see Warren coated in red if he truly understood what it meant. The flame clan's primary color will have to make way for fire's secondary hue if Warren were to humor Bandou's hint.]
I like orange best of all. That's not boring, is it?
[He smiles, in return one for one to Bandou's flirty air.]
Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.
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