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[ closed ] are you prepared?

who: Eichi & Dodger
what: Date #2
when: River festival!
where: Starting backstage after Eichi's concert
warnings: dodger's mere existence... but I'll add specifics if necessary

[Of all the days for Dodger to pick for the agreed upon "second date," it was interesting that he'd choose this one. Eichi had a scheduled concert, a big event and a way to make his name even more known to people outside of his fanbase. Because of this, he's chosen a different style, something a little less innocent to promote the fun themes of the beach. Dressed in a black leather jacket, black leather boots, a shirt that shows just enough red at the waist, gloves that barely make it to his wrists, skinny jeans with tears along the thighs— but he manages to make even an edgy outfit look rich and proper. The jacket is closed and collared in that way, there are gold trimmings and studs, his boots are fancy, really it's clear from a mile away that he's not just an idol, but rich.

His performance a hit as he expects it to be, and so he says a few words at the end to extend his time on stage, to make his idol personality known, to reach out his hand to those in the front rows. Even if there are no rainbow glow sticks like he's come to expect at the academy, he can tell a success level when he sees one. He's going all out here, and by the time he's moving back stage to let things clear up, he's fully exhausted. It takes him a few minutes of sitting before he can pull his phone out to bother sending Dodger a text. He'd said something about meeting him here, but he'd rather not walk around looking for him himself, so he'll leave all the work to him.

You never said what we're doing, you know? But I'm here waiting.

Leaving it at that, he wipes some of the sweat from his face with a little hand towel and then leans back, catching his breath as he waits.]

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[Dodger leans down to eat from Eichi's hand, pressing his lips to the kid's fingers for a moment as he thinks. He's still acutely aware that Reaper can see all this... but it's sort of nice, getting to prove to him that he can be on good behavior. That someone like Eichi can feel comfortable with him.]

I fucking hate fireworks. [He admits after a pause.] If it were on me, I'd just get you drunk and take you back to my room to fuck your brains out. But I'm trying something new.

[And honestly, he likes it. It's been so long since he's really connected with someone, and felt comfort in their presence, but he can't help feeling that with Eichi. He wants to please him... frustrating as it may be, since he isn't the type of man Dodger is really after. But he still finds himself searching for the kid's approval.]

You can be so well-behaved. ♪

[He chuckles at his own comment, as lewd as Dodger's admission is. He hates them? He just wants to fuck? God, why does he do any of this? Well, he'll keep drinking slowly, since even with Reaper watching, he still doesn't want to end up sick in the morning. He's already got red cheeks, but it doesn't feel as overwhelming as it had when he'd been with Gladio.

He'll keep slowly giving Dodger kettlecorn, too.]

Why do you hate fireworks?

[He doesn't mind the comment, and continues to let Eichi feed him. Partly because he likes the feeling of Eichi's fingers on his face each time. It puts him in an open mood, ready to answer anything he brings up honestly.]

They sound like gunshots.

[His eyes stay fixed on the water, on the reflection of the fireworks rather than the explosives themselves.]

When I was growing up I'd hear guns going off all the time... I was terrified of them. Then I got taken in by this gang, and they taught me how to use guns... the shots stopped scaring me. Hell, I started liking the sound. Knowing I was causing someone pain, making someone's heart race and their blood pump, that was fucking great.

[He pauses, and his voice becomes much more... shy.]

But I can't sleep through that sound. Just hearing it, not being the cause- makes me feel like I'm stuck in the crossfire. Like I'm gonna get gunned down if I don't do something, but what the fuck can I do, it's just noise. Just makes me feel like a- sitting duck.

[He wonders briefly if it's just the alcohol or his genuine feelings that have him feeling so nice about that shared information. That's so personal, so genuine, and he lets his fingers linger for a few seconds after the next piece of kettle corn.]

...Even if I've never been in any situation like that, I can understand the feeling.

[Hospital noises are nothing pleasant with him. It's different, but similar. Somehow, he's finished the rest of this drink, setting the empty cup to the side on the blanket and ignoring when it immediately is knocked over from the breeze.]

Next time, we should choose something that you're actually interested in. [Yeah he's just gonna say next time casually.]

[He'd meant to take that cup back before long... but instead he sort of watches as it rolls away from the blanket a foot or two, too far away to bother with. It had had way too much in it for Eichi's well-being... that's worrisome, but it's just a fleeting thought as his focus drifts back to Eichi feeding him. And better yet, what he's saying.]

Next time we'll lay around and watch old movies in my room, then.

[He's completely okay with having a 'next time'... but he doesn't expect his idea of a date to be particularly appealing. All he ever wants to do is lay around and just... be near the other person. Be appreciated. He's always figured it's better to do things they'd find romantic.

In the middle of a particularly intricate display of fireworks, he tips Eichi's head back to press a kiss to his lips. Not the rushed, breathy kisses they shared at the masquerade, or the mischievous stolen kiss from their first date. This one seems to speak more of the gratitude he feels for the kid putting up with him. It's warm, and affectionate. And it lasts several seconds before he lets Eichi pull away, and tries not to bring attention to what just happened.]

[ Another kiss... but this one is kind of nice. He doesn't know how to feel about it. His head is spinning since he wasn't expecting that drink to be as strong as it was, and this feels sort of nice? Like he's wanted here. He's torn by that, left staring in quiet surprise at Dodger before he breathes out a laugh. Dates...

Dates, but now he's invited to the room he wasn't allowed into before? He notices that, too. ]

I happen to like old movies. Let's each bring one, since I'm sure you'd enjoy the yakuza films I'm thinking of. [ He's drunk and not even thinking about Reaper watching them, ducking his head back to give him one more brief kiss. Hmmm. ]

Yay~.

[Despite himself, he ends up with a smile on his face as he reciprocates the kiss. Eichi seems pretty drunk - no surprise - but he's not complaining one bit. He lets out a quiet hum as he leans down to kiss Eichi's neck.]

If you haven't seen the Godfather, I figure you'll like it... or A Streetcar Named Desire.

[He just really likes Marlon Brando, okay.]

[Eichi chuckles against the kiss, though it's more like a giggle right now. Gently, he places a hand on Dodger's shoulder when his neck is kissed, pushing just slightly to stop him from going further. He's drunk, and only getting worse as time passes, but he can still try to control himself enough to stop this.]

Let's watch them both~. [He leans unsteadily, glancing back up at the next explosion of fireworks.]

[Without hesitation, Dodger complies and lets Dodger push him back. Instead he settles for resting his head on Eichi's shoulder, and taking Eichi's hand to move it to his hair in a silent request to be petted. He's already been eating from his hand, so... why not, right?]

I told you not to drink past your limits...

[Not that he minds, and not that it's his problem. Honestly, drunk Eichi is pretty adorable.]

[Considering Eichi has someone in his unit who always requests to be pet, he's no stranger to this. It's a little more subtle than the outright requests, but he pats Dodger's head and then runs his fingers through his hair more thoroughly.]

It's difficult to know my own limits when I'm so unfamiliar, you know? [He leans more heavily, but still watches the fireworks.] My heart is beating so fast, I might be readmitted.

You drank enough for five shots just now.

[His tone is soft, while he closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of Eichi pressed against him, and his hair being pet. The kid's gonna have a massive hangover in the morning... which he supposes is his problem, if Reaper gets upset about it. But he'll worry about getting him something to drink later, right now he's just enjoying the quiet attention.

And chugging the rest of the bottle so Eichi won't get any ideas.]

Y'know what... next time I'm gonna get my hands on a guitar, too. 'Bout time I showed you some better music than the crap you perform on stage.

Oh? I'd like to hear that. Perhaps your skills with a guitar will be as decent as your dancing. But I won't hold back from critiquing you if you disappoint me, you know.

[Deciding he's had enough of the kettle corn, he sets the bag aside and tries to slide off of Dodger's lap, probably flopping right onto the blanket.]

It's strange that you judge my ability based on the theme I've chosen. If you give me any sort of music, I can sing it wonderfully.

[He's sad when Eichi moves off of his lap - convincing himself it's just because he's shivering again without him - but it only lasts a moment, before he flops down beside him to munch on the rest of the gummy bears. The whole while his attention continues to be focused on the idol, all but ignoring the fireworks.]

Not gonna stop you from proving that... but I figure you're a shitty artist until proven talented. [He's quiet for a moment.] You should be careful about third dates, though. I hear that's when people figure things are serious.

[At least he'll roll over onto his stomach, so they're right next to each other. He rests his head on one of his arms, the other looping loosely over Dodger to help with warmth.]

Is that when you assume things are serious?

[He tips his head as he watches Eichi, popping a few more gummy bears in his mouth while he decides on an answer. One of those rare occasions where "sure" isn't a mild enough answer, "yes" isn't right and "no" isn't right either.

...Finally he settles on covering his ass with humor.]

I assume it's when I can get away with taking your clothes off. And if we're in my room, Reaper won't have to be watching.

Fufu... You're always jumping to things like that, aren't you?

[Eichi is drunk, but he's still smart. His eyes don't move from Dodger as he speaks.] I wonder what it is. Are you actually a person who gets serious quite quickly, or are you someone who doesn't get serious at all? Something in between, perhaps?

[A frown crosses his face, as Eichi speaks. Of course that cover didn't work, because Eichi isn't a dumbass. After a moment he sighs, and tips his head back to watch the fireworks properly. Just to avoid eye contact.]

I'm one of those three things.

Don't look so bothered.

[He kicks his legs up behind him, lightly, letting his eyes drift closed.] I suppose I'll find out on date three, won't I?

[Dodger can't help glancing back at that... it almost looks like he's checking to see if Eichi is still watching him. Like he wants him to. And he can't help feeling a little annoyed that he isn't.]

Does it matter? My end goal is to fuck you and get information on people around the city. That's it.

[His end goal is decidedly not that... but what it actually is, he has no idea.]

[Mm, nope, his eyes stay closed, and he laughs to himself at that comment.]

Is that where your goal ends? Fufu... To me, it seems that with someone like you, your goal never really has an end.

I don't know what you think of me, but I'm not a very ambitious person. I just try to make a place for myself in the world. Take the things I want - no more, no less.

[It's part of why it's so nice to be a dog... he just wants someone to lead his life for him, so that he doesn't have to second-guess himself. So he can just concentrate on the simple necessities of life.]

[He opens his eyes at that, giving Dodger a long look.]

Wanting leads to more wanting, Dodger-kun. How much do you want right now?

[Eichi's caught him staring at him... and he blinks for a moment before sitting up to fuss with lighting a new cigarette. With just as little success as before, if not less.]

I want someone to tell me what to do. That's all.

"Someone?"

[He rolls back onto his back since he can't manage much more, just watching him try to light that thing.] So you have no standards at all?

Why does it matter what my standards are?

[He continues to fiddle with the lighter, and after a few more attempts and a growl of frustration he ends up flinching as his collar administers a sharp shock to his neck. Which... after being electrocuted a few days back, is a chilling feeling. God, he hates this.]

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