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That may be true...

[He shoots one more time, and it's really noticeable how Dodger is only getting worse. He stops stepping on his foot, glancing down at those hands.] But for someone like me, if I ran into someone who knew what he was doing, it's likely that I'd die anyway, right?

Yet somehow, here I am... It seems my luck isn't so bad.

[Taako came to his rescue, conveniently, after all. Anyway, he turns halfway, lightly shoving his elbow at Dodger's ribs.] Hey, you're getting awfully touchy for a first date, aren't you? Let me see you shoot this.

[Eichi is rather lucky, since he's managed to get Dodger in a state where he'll listen to him even under the influence of a lusty mood. He retracts his hands with a husky little huff, shaking himself a bit like a dog getting rid of water before he takes the gun off of him.]

Been a while since I've handled a gun... but I figure it's like riding a bike, huh?

[He holds it one-handed, not bothering with the stabilizer in front, and holds it turned like a punk. But despite this, he holds it steady and doesn't seem bothered by the recoil. With a blank expression, he peppers the target from its chest up through its head in a nearly straight line, accurate as he can be within the limits of the gun choice. And after he's satisfied with the mental image of them splitting in half, he hands the gun back to Eichi.]

Don't try any of what I just did. You'll break an arm.

[Eichi actually watches in amazement for the quick minute while this goes down. He does it so easily, and he finds himself watching that arm with clear envy before his eyes fall on Dodger's face. He accepts the gun back with both hands, blinking.]

Wahh, that was pretty cool, Dodger-kun. [He changed the honorific...?] It might have been sexy if I wasn't worried about how serious your thoughts must have been just now. Someone like me couldn't pull off that sort of look at all~.

[He says that, but he's already stepping forward to try again. Hmm, well, he's not going to copy any of that at all, because he's not stupid enough to injure himself, but he is going to try to do more of this on his own. He's already about deaf from all of these shots, so it should be fine.]

[He notices the change... he doesn't know nearly enough about Japanese to know what that signifies, but he knows there's a definite shift there... and wonders if he should ask Eichi or just look up exactly what it means.

With a grunt of acknowledgement he just leans against one of the dividers to watch,
keeping careful tags on Eichi's form. He is a quick learner, he'll give him that...
intelligence like that is dangerous in the wrong hands. He's starting to think a second date is definitely a good idea.]

You got a specific issue with touching, or are you just a virgin?

[Partly, he's asking to tease... the other part is genuinely checking boundaries, since Shigeru's got him used to looking for those signs.]

If I had a specific issue with touching, I wouldn't have allowed you to pull me onto your lap when we had those masks on.

[He shoots again, and he does seem to be getting better at dealing with the recoil, but his body's tolerance of it is another thing entirely. He won't be able to do this very long at all, and he knows it. But he's still going.]

I may be fragile and thin, but I'm still a man, you know? The way you treated me was damaging to my pride, and from what Taako-kun told me, you've been no better to him. Most people have to earn trust before they're allowed to touch someone so closely.

Trust is a moot point when you've got a gun in your hands.

[He tips his head, though. Interesting that Taako would tell people about that... interesting that he'd be open about something so harmful to his pride. He wouldn't have been surprised if the elf just tried to pretend nothing happened so that no one would worry about it.. he seems like that type.]

What has Taako told you about me?

Even with this gun in my hands, I'm at a disadvantage.

[He says that with a little hum, shooting once more before he lowers it, sighing and leaning against a wall himself.] That's none of your business. Since you were also saying something like that, Dodger-kun, then it must not be rude for me to say the same.

[He offers a noncommittal grunt in response. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Of course Eichi is smart enough to hold information over him, knowing that as much as he pretends it doesn't matter... they both know how much he wants it.]

Do you want to get out of here?

[The offer rushes out of his mouth, almost like a defense mechanism. Not against Eichi, but against... the sudden moment of self-doubt that he needs to crush before it starts rotting him again. But a moment later, his speech slows... and he makes some attempt to make it sound like he planned to say that.]

You don't look like you've got much energy left in your arms anyway. And I'd like to make some attempt at convincing you to sleep with me before you're completely out.

[He may not know exactly what's on Dodger's mind, but he can read a person well enough. Giving up instead of fighting that, speaking quickly in hopes that they'll leave, and then covering his tracks with excuses of his own weakness. Eichi keeps smiling, pushing away from the wall to offer Dodger back the gun. He does it properly, thankfully.]

Hmm, have you ever had Japanese style crepes, Dodger-kun?

[Eichi's managed to fully catch Dodger off-guard.. and he hesitates a moment before taking the gun and holding it lazily at his side.]

Can't say I have.

[His expression is carefully neutral, but he's searching Eichi's face for a hint of where he's going with this.]

[Eichi only chuckles at that clear confusion, slipping closer enough to play the part of a date and link his arm loosely with Dodger's free one. It's a light touch, a grip that could slip away at any moment but that he's allowing to linger there for now.]

I saw a place close by here on the drive that was still open for late hours. Let's get one and share it. ♪

[Is he implying that this will lead to sex, or just flat out ignoring that part?? Really, it's hard to say, since his expression is the same as usual, aside from the little wink he gives. He's in a much better mood now than he was earlier.]

[Dodger's gaze sort of darts around the room, as if he's looking for some explanation as to how they got here and where it's going. Yeah, he still doesn't really know what's going on, but... hell. A place with food will have booze, and booze is something he could use right now.]

Sure.

[He sets the gun on the counter top, and lets Eichi lead him out. All the while his eye is watching him cautiously, trying to decide exactly where he stands with him. It's... disorienting, to say the least, being stuck in someone else's web instead of weaving his own. But it's also got its own special thrill to it that he can't deny - something oddly familiar despite Eichi not at all fitting the type of man it brings to mind.]

[It's kind of cute. If they had met like this, things would be very different. As it is now, his arm around Dodger's is a very convenient way to lean against him on the walk there, a good support so he doesn't get too tired from the motions. Sure enough, the shop is along the way they'd had their driver take them, and it's interesting to note that Eichi had bothered to map it out ahead of time like that.

Once inside, he lets his arm slip a little lower on Dodger's, pointing with his free hand at the display of pictures showing different flavors. Held like ice cream cones, they're thicker crepes filled with things like cremes, nutella or other syrups, fruit and various toppings. Some of them have ice cream.]

Do you have a favorite dessert?

[It figures that Eichi would be into something like this... the man's full of surprises, and Dodger's really not sure how to handle him, but he should have seen this filthy-sweet treat coming.

He raises a brow as he looks the flavors over, and just shakes his head.]

No preferences. Just pick whatever you want and I'll share it.

[He'll just be grabbing a beer from the vending machine while Eichi gets something that is no doubt going to be too sweet for Dodger's tolerance.]

How boring.

[Honestly... meat is his favorite thing, but it's nice to have sweets once in a while. He thought the image of Dodger sharing a fancy crepe with him was pretty funny, one that he'd like to keep in his mind, and either finally using his own money or getting Dodger to spend more of his. It's fun either way.

What he decides on is a strawberry and blackberry mix. There's a scoop of some sort of pink gelato right in the middle with slices of the fruits on either side, and chocolate syrup swirled on top of it all.]

It's a combination you don't often see, right? Here, you have to try it first, since it's your first time. [Before they've even found some corner table or booth in this quiet little place, he holds it up to Dodger's face expectantly. This is what this date has become, Dodger, accept your fate.]

[In all honesty, he'd preferred the thinly veiled fighting to- this. The trace of bad feeling has grown into a small ball of ice in his stomach, seeing Eichi act so cute toward him. This was the sort of thing he'd wanted to avoid, the cute date things where everything was light and happy... where he feels distinctly stuck somewhere he doesn't belong.

It almost makes him want to shove the treat away, but he relents with some effort and lets Eichi hold it while he takes a bite, not seeing to mind the coldness of the gelato. Anything cold is nice to him, anyway... and the temperature takes a back seat to the sweetness of it, which has him making a vague face of dislike.]

....Not bad.

[All things considered. It's not something he'd pick for himself, but it's not bad.]

Not a weird combination, though. Something a New Englander would eat.

Fufu, but you made such a sour face just now, you'd think this was a crepe made with lemons.

[Pulling it back to himself, he tries a bite himself, a lot more sensitive of the temperature and trying to avoid too much of the gelato in one go. He wipes some of the excess from his upper lip with a finger of his free hand, laughing before he licks that clean, too.]

I can't eat it all by myself, so it would only be a shame if it's something you don't like. By the way, New England... that's actually a region in America, right? [He still insists on offering the crepe back to Dodger, but this time it's while he leads them to a seat.] Is that where you're from?

[Well.. if they're doing this, Dodger insists on his own small victory - he takes a seat first and pulls Eichi onto his lap, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist so he can't back out. It's like that that he'll take another bite, nodding as he chews before replying.]

Boston. Moved to New York City later on, but I was born in Boston. You?

[It's useless information, both because they aren't on earth and because he knows exactly fuck all about Japanese geography... but it means as much as Eichi knowing he's a Masshole.]

[But for Eichi, he's testing lines and patience, curious about what Dodger is and isn't okay with sharing. He's a little surprised by the sudden tug, reaching with his free hand to catch himself on Dodger's shoulder. Gosh. It really was him at the masquerade.]

A city in Japan that you likely won't recognize. [He says the name anyway, but there's no canon name, so god knows where it is. He leans the crepe at Dodger's face to smear some gelato on it, just enough to be his petty revenge for the sudden pull into his lap, and then takes a bite himself. Hmmmm.]

It's been many months since I've been there, though, so it feels so distant now.

[Eichi's right, the name means nothing - the only city he even knows the name of is Tokyo, and he couldn't place it on a map.

He lets out a little grunt of protest as Eichi presses the crepe into his face, because he can fully tell that was on purpose... but despite the sullen look he gives him his voice has no heat to it.]

What did I tell you about wasting food? Are you gonna lick that off or what?

[Worth a shot.]

Is it a waste? I think it suits you.

[ He is not licking it off!! But he will wipe a finger of his free hand over it to clean it off. He's so nice. ] By the way, I can't be responsible if you get any hate mail from my fans. The crowd of interest here is a little more expansive, so I don't know what type of people are interested in me, you know?

[That gets a smirk out of him, bitter as it may be, while he grabs a napkin to clean off the rest of it properly.]

I'm used to hate mail. In case you hadn't noticed.

[He's Jamie fucking Dodger. He could probably count the number of people he's met whose lives he hasn't ruined on one hand.]

As long as none of your fans actually manage to kill me, I'm probably good.

Nothing like that would happen, probably.

[ He licks it off his finger, though, rather pointedly. After that, he'll enjoy this crepe on his own, so Dodger can come take a bite himself if he wants more. ]

Where do you live, Dodger-kun?

Three floors below you.

[In his home world he'd be more secretive about it, but it's common information to anyone who goes to the fourth floor. There's a door there that's always locked, that belongs to Dodger.]

If you're planning on a sleepover, though, it's happening on your floor.

[Eichi is much too smart to be trusted in his room... and not as easily distracted as Khisanth.]

So you do know where I live.

[ A bit unnerving, but he's still going to try to end up on top of all this. ]

I'm not planning on anything like that. I'm afraid if my neighbor saw you, he'd immediately attack, as well. So you should try your best to avoid my floor, really.

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