[he wouldn't know he doesn't booty call people??? Chuuya pls
Toshi's gonna drink his wine a little (a lot) more leisurely while he makes his way over to the couch. He's a little more careful sitting down than Chuuya was. A little. No wine is spilled, that's the important thing.]
Well, I figured maybe I should in case something happens and you drunkenly attach yourself to the ceiling?
[Chuuya wrinkles his nose, takes another drink... then snickers under his breath as a thought strikes him. He shifts sideways, slooowly drooping over to lean against Toshi's shoulder.]
Oh noooo, it's happening. I'm stuck--
[he tries to make it deadpan, he really does, but he's visibly stifling laughter.]
[he isn't trying at all, the little shit. he's just draining his glass and setting it aside so he can turn sideways and lean even more heavily against him.]
Juicing doesn't count! The fuck kinda word is juicing, anyway, it makes it sound worse than it already is, it's like-- like you're just squeezing the juice out of totally normal food instead of veggies and shit.
[Chuuya huffs, leaning back further, enough that he can tilt his head back and peer up at Toshi.]
...hey, if you can cook, then you should cook for me.
Like I say every time, boss, if you'd try it, I think you'd like some of 'em.
[Toshi is totally unbothered by Chuuya leaning on him. He usually isn't bothered by people leaning on him, especially not when they're relatively tiny by comparison. He adjusts the way he's sitting enough that Chuuya can lean without lying directly on his joints, but that's all.]
I can if you want me to. But fair warning, I use ingredients like kale.
[ok he's teasing again he doesn't actually use kale. probably.]
Maaaybe. It's a real big maybe. Nothing that's like, a fuckin' salad in a glass.
[the leaning would be fine if he were bothering to hold himself up, but honestly, he's just going to end up lying on Toshi's lap at this point and he is way too far past caring about it to straighten up.
he reaches up to point an accusing finger at Toshi, adding:]
[With spirulina mixed in so Chuuya can't tell it's got health in it. Because otherwise he'll complain.
Also wow, Chuuya is just. Making himself real comfy there isn't he? Oh well. Not the first time a very drunk person has made themselves comfortable on top of Toshi. It doesn't actually bother him at all, but he is a little surprised to see Chuuya this...relaxed?]
Okay, how about this, you tell me something you've always wanted to eat, and if I can make it, I will. Good?
[another shrug. Toshi's never given him any reason not to, he's always been reliable and all around decent.
and comfortable, apparently, because Chuuya still sure isn't moving-- he does wrinkle his nose when Toshi pats his head, though, swatting at his hand.]
-ugh, stoppit, I'm not fuckin' five.
[pet his hair, sure, he likes having it played with, but pats are just patronizing!!]
I wonder if I can find a good way to incorporate natto...
[He's joking. Probably. But it is healthy and he probably does eat it himself...
Toshi stops patting Chuuya's head, which leads into more of a petting motion, which leads him into stopping entirely because hey, petting his employer's hair is probably a violation of some kind of employee code and he's already overstepped his bounds by showing up at all, probably.]
I'd ask if you want another drink, but I'm pretty sure you'd had enough before I got here.
[he hums under his breath, considering a moment, then finally shakes his head.]
Don't feel like getting up.
[Chuuya is, on some level that he's not paying attention to right now, aware that he probably should. he's going to look back on this tomorrow and internally scream at his drunk self for not knowing the meaning of 'appropriate'.
right now, though? right now he's just grabbing Toshi's hand so he can't pull it away.]
[Oh boy. This has sailed straight from "probably not good for employee/employer relations" and into "boy, isn't this kind of intimate?" Then again, Chuuya does seem pretty drunk, and a lot of people turn into clingy drunks and Toshi's not going to begrudge them that.]
I just don't wanna overstep, y'know?
[Seeing as Chuuya had been trying to call his ex and all. But okay, okay, Toshi will go back to petting his hair, at least for the moment. In a minute he's gonna see about putting his very inebriated boss to bed.]
[at least Toshi won't have to wait too long to see about putting him to bed; Chuuya is far enough gone that he doesn't stay awake long with that attention. It's not long after his eyes slide shut that he starts snoring softly, already passed the fuck out.]
[in his defense, Chuuya isn't used to anyone staying overnight. he doesn't remember coming to bed, vaguely remembers Toshi was there the night before, and just sort of... assumes he must have left sometime after Chuuya fell asleep.
so when he wakes up groggy as hell, just as thirsty, and with a headache, he thinks nothing of wandering out into the main part of his apartment in an oversized t-shirt and boxers to go get some water. he doesn't think to peer over the back of the couch. it's only when he's walking back, glass in hand, that he notices Toshi passed out on his sofa.]
What the fuck?
[that might be loud enough to wake him up. enjoy the view of chuuya with awful bedhead.]
[So after putting Chuuya to bed, it'd been pretty late and Toshi was by then pretty tired, so he'd just planned to sit on the couch for a few minutes before heading home. But apparently he'd instead fallen asleep and sprawled on the couch. It's not a big enough couch for him to stretch out on (but no couch is okay so it's fine) so his legs are kind of falling off it, but at least he took his shoes off?
...Chuuya's "what the fuck" takes him from legs kind of falling off to all of him almost falling off tho.]
[in a minute he'll remember he's not really wearing pants. right now, though, he's clinging on to that glass, staring at Toshi like he's not convinced he's actually there.]
No, no, you're fine, m'just... not used to people actually staying over, I guess.
[he pauses to take a drink, stares down at the glass.... and there's the pants realization. Chuuya pales, quickly slamming the glass down onto the nearest surface and rushing back into his room, calling behind him-]
[...poor Chuuya. Toshi's trying hard not to laugh -- dudes in shorts or boxers or at any rate less than what Chuuya's got on right now isn't anything he hasn't seen before -- but the laugh escapes him anyway.]
It's fine, boss, it's fine! I'm the one invading your home, after all!
[He's just gonna get off the couch now and uh. Straighten the pillows. Things get disheveled when a guy his size squeezes onto a normal size couch.]
Hey, good thing you didn't wake up on the ceiling, huh?
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[you don't booty call people to your place of business, toshi, god
Chuuya flops onto the sofa with a huff, sinking into the cushions (miraculously not spilling any of the wine), and downing about half the glass.]
You gonna stand over there all night, or what?
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Toshi's gonna drink his wine a little (a lot) more leisurely while he makes his way over to the couch. He's a little more careful sitting down than Chuuya was. A little. No wine is spilled, that's the important thing.]
Well, I figured maybe I should in case something happens and you drunkenly attach yourself to the ceiling?
[He's teasing.]
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[Chuuya wrinkles his nose, takes another drink... then snickers under his breath as a thought strikes him. He shifts sideways, slooowly drooping over to lean against Toshi's shoulder.]
Oh noooo, it's happening. I'm stuck--
[he tries to make it deadpan, he really does, but he's visibly stifling laughter.]
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And yet, Toshi plays along, pretending to put a lot of effort into shoving Chuuya off of him again.]
Try to let go, I can't get you off!
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[he isn't trying at all, the little shit. he's just draining his glass and setting it aside so he can turn sideways and lean even more heavily against him.]
You're just gonna have to live with it.
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[Toshi makes one more obviously-a-token attempt at pushing Chuuya off him before settling for draining his own glass instead.]
Well, I guess this is it. Gonna have to quit my job and stay here.
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[Chuuya elbows him lightly, rolling his eyes.
he only has to try twice to elbow him too, he's doing just fine.]
You know how to cook? 'Cause otherwise we're gonna just... live off delivery, I guess.
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Toshi eyes Chuuya carefully.]
You know I juice and I'm careful about what I eat...Do you really think I can't cook?
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[Chuuya huffs, leaning back further, enough that he can tilt his head back and peer up at Toshi.]
...hey, if you can cook, then you should cook for me.
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[Toshi is totally unbothered by Chuuya leaning on him. He usually isn't bothered by people leaning on him, especially not when they're relatively tiny by comparison. He adjusts the way he's sitting enough that Chuuya can lean without lying directly on his joints, but that's all.]
I can if you want me to. But fair warning, I use ingredients like kale.
[ok he's teasing again he doesn't actually use kale. probably.]
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[the leaning would be fine if he were bothering to hold himself up, but honestly, he's just going to end up lying on Toshi's lap at this point and he is way too far past caring about it to straighten up.
he reaches up to point an accusing finger at Toshi, adding:]
And no kale, fuck.
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[With spirulina mixed in so Chuuya can't tell it's got health in it. Because otherwise he'll complain.
Also wow, Chuuya is just. Making himself real comfy there isn't he? Oh well. Not the first time a very drunk person has made themselves comfortable on top of Toshi. It doesn't actually bother him at all, but he is a little surprised to see Chuuya this...relaxed?]
Okay, how about this, you tell me something you've always wanted to eat, and if I can make it, I will. Good?
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[he considers that for a minute-- for more than a minute, actually, apparently lost in concentration. it's hard right now, alright, give him a break.
finally, though, Chuuya shrugs, waving one hand in a vague gesture.]
Dunno about anything I've wanted to eat, but- I like Japanese food, make that. Don't care what. Surprise me.
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[Is it really safe to trust Toshi with something as vague as that?
He pats Chuuya's head, kind of like he'd pat a child's head, oops.]
Okay. I'll come up with something good.
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[another shrug. Toshi's never given him any reason not to, he's always been reliable and all around decent.
and comfortable, apparently, because Chuuya still sure isn't moving-- he does wrinkle his nose when Toshi pats his head, though, swatting at his hand.]
-ugh, stoppit, I'm not fuckin' five.
[pet his hair, sure, he likes having it played with, but pats are just patronizing!!]
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[He's joking. Probably. But it is healthy and he probably does eat it himself...
Toshi stops patting Chuuya's head, which leads into more of a petting motion, which leads him into stopping entirely because hey, petting his employer's hair is probably a violation of some kind of employee code and he's already overstepped his bounds by showing up at all, probably.]
I'd ask if you want another drink, but I'm pretty sure you'd had enough before I got here.
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[he hums under his breath, considering a moment, then finally shakes his head.]
Don't feel like getting up.
[Chuuya is, on some level that he's not paying attention to right now, aware that he probably should. he's going to look back on this tomorrow and internally scream at his drunk self for not knowing the meaning of 'appropriate'.
right now, though? right now he's just grabbing Toshi's hand so he can't pull it away.]
What're you stopping for, s'nice. Keep going.
[vastly preferable to headpats. continue pls.]
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I just don't wanna overstep, y'know?
[Seeing as Chuuya had been trying to call his ex and all. But okay, okay, Toshi will go back to petting his hair, at least for the moment. In a minute he's gonna see about putting his very inebriated boss to bed.]
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[at least Toshi won't have to wait too long to see about putting him to bed; Chuuya is far enough gone that he doesn't stay awake long with that attention. It's not long after his eyes slide shut that he starts snoring softly, already passed the fuck out.]
fast forwards to the morning after
so when he wakes up groggy as hell, just as thirsty, and with a headache, he thinks nothing of wandering out into the main part of his apartment in an oversized t-shirt and boxers to go get some water. he doesn't think to peer over the back of the couch. it's only when he's walking back, glass in hand, that he notices Toshi passed out on his sofa.]
What the fuck?
[that might be loud enough to wake him up. enjoy the view of chuuya with awful bedhead.]
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...Chuuya's "what the fuck" takes him from legs kind of falling off to all of him almost falling off tho.]
Wha--
Oh! Morning, boss.
[Aww, look at that sleepy grin.]
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[in a minute he'll remember he's not really wearing pants. right now, though, he's clinging on to that glass, staring at Toshi like he's not convinced he's actually there.]
I- figured you left.
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[Toshi rubs his face, clearly in the process of waking up.]
I meant to, after getting you in bed, but I guess I fell asleep on your couch. It was pretty late...sorry, though! Didn't mean to do that.
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[he pauses to take a drink, stares down at the glass.... and there's the pants realization. Chuuya pales, quickly slamming the glass down onto the nearest surface and rushing back into his room, calling behind him-]
Gimmeaminute-!
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It's fine, boss, it's fine! I'm the one invading your home, after all!
[He's just gonna get off the couch now and uh. Straighten the pillows. Things get disheveled when a guy his size squeezes onto a normal size couch.]
Hey, good thing you didn't wake up on the ceiling, huh?
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