halfcocked | GET OUT OF MY HEAD, CHARLES

[confused, turning the thought over in his head] ... All right?

See . . .

[letting his mind go mostly blank, leaning on Hakuren, just feeling the simple pleasure of the contact: the soft warmth, the feel of his heartbeat]

[leaning back tentatively, considering--then takes a deep breath and nods; his relaxation is less of letting his mind go blank, and very nearly meditative. there is the impression that he is used to doing this, though under different circumstances (there's a flash of mass at the church, with dozens of students in familiar acolyte's robes, listening in respectful silence)]

[responding to that with a muscle memory of his own: being in motion, fighting or maybe dancing, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his body and the environment and how they interact, pleasure and pain and exhaustion; then the strong physical sensation of sinking into a hot bath]

[an image of early morning, right around the time of sunrise, and the way the stained-glass windows of the church change color with the passing hours; there is also a strong sense of wistfulness, remembering all of that, but no actual regret]

[that's nice

there's a stutter of thought, a quick flash of several places as if Devit's trying to think of the right one, and then the memory of walking down a busy street in a market in his world, the stalls and windows full of exotic and good-smelling things, the people speaking a language he doesn't understand, and having Jasdero's hand in his]

[a faint tendril of curiosity, focused more on the surroundings for a moment; where's that?]

[China

the memory's not perfect, a bit soft around the edges and filled in where it's got holes in it, but the feeling is fond, and there's the memory of really good food]

[outright laughs at that, not unkindly] You remember places by the food, huh?

Pretty much . . . [laughing himself, pleased to share this] I like the Eastern countries best!

What sort of food do they have there?

[a more solidified curiosity there, and the vague, barely-acknowledged thought, I could try making it myself]

Oyakodon . . . omurice . . .

[some excitement at that, and various flashes of different dishes, mostly involving eggs and rice and chicken, sometimes noodles, in various combinations]

I'd have to look those up, but that doesn't look too hard.

You'll do it for me? [nuzzling his shoulder fondly, full of a warm feeling]

Of course I would.

[already considering various places to find recipes]

Hakuren . . . [lovelovelovelovelovelove♥]

[taken a little aback--it was such a small gesture, why is he so happy?]

[you're always like that for me

there is also a definite surge of tender lust at that face]

[definitely bemused now] I love you, of course I want to take care of you.

[he really likes that face, doesn't he ...]

[amused and warm, full of soft feelings and some desire of the non-pressing sort]

You're surprised I feel this way about that?

That's what you do, when you love someone, right--?

[there's this little flutter of nervous, semi-sexual joy every time Hakuren says the word]

Yeah--me too--

[I hope I can cook for him right]

[distracted by from the first part by the last, with a little pleased flutter] --You want to learn?

Maybe . . . [a little embarrassed, though not even he knows why--it's not my thing--but there's a desire there to make things for Hakuren by myself]

[a warm, quiet fondness] You know, Mikage's a pretty good cook too.

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