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Anything's worth talking about if it's bothering you.

[ And it's clearly bothering him. ]

...would... you rather I come over....? If it'd be better for you rather'n over the phone.

[ A little quietly. ]

M'just worried...

The last time you came over... [ He trails off. ] I mean...

I know what... I mean... [ He can't even say. He knows what he wants to say. Maybe. Maybe he's also confused. Why are things so confusing? ] We might...

Listen, love... there's something bothering you and I'd rather hear you out.

[ A sigh as he pauses to ruffle his own hair. ]

M'not going to do anything you don't want to. All business. And... maybe just some company if you fancy it.

[ ...He sighs, because the other... doesn't quite understand the problem. Maybe it's better that way. ]

The phone is fine.

[ Okay NOW he gets it. That just confirms it. ]

I know... I know.

[ A breath. ]

Can't keep our hands off each other whenever we're with each other, eh? That's what's on your mind then?

Can we just not--

...Forget about it. I'm hanging up.

No wait, hang on! [ Deflate. Less desperate. Calmer. ] Please.

[ Another exhale. ]

Look... yeah... the last time... things got complicated. And... we're prolly in a bit too deep. I just... I wanted to see you. After all that, I honestly did want to see you but... all that happened.

Probably? What do you mean probably?

Do you know how distressing it is to even see your face, hell, even hear your voice after I made an absolute fool of myself?! I don't even want to think about it!

And yet here you are wanting to 'see me again'. Give me a break! I don't care what your excuse is!

The worst part is there's nothing I can do! I just have to sit around, twiddling my fucking thumbs at everything around me! Whether it's your stupid bullshit or not being able to help Zero-san--

I just-- [ And his voice cracks. ] Just...

... [ He just hangs up. ]

[ Yeah okay so if he calls, he's just gonna get hung up on so....

He's just going to wait a while. Wait while he cools off.

Twenty minutes and there's going to be a slight... blur... in his shadow. And a rather familiar hand slipping into his own for the briefest second before pulling away. It's just a sign that he's there. But he's quick to stand back, right in the shadows with his hand in his pocket.

He's quiet, almost apologetic. ]

You ent made a fool of yourself in the least. You haven't the slightest idea. As for Zero...

[ A slight slump of his shoulder. ]

I told you. It ent your fault either. He's back'n maybe this'll be good for him. He seems to be more in control now. Maybe he needed that to happen.

[ He glances over at Ron as he appears. There's something... a strange feeling about him using his own shadow to appear in places. He watches him for a moment. ]

Why are you here.

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Didn't feel right leaving you on that note.

[ It's one of the more unsettling things he's come to discover about his ability, being able to have such easy access to other beings so he's taken to using it sparingly. But... it's moments like this when he's at his most desperate that it comes in handy. ]

Like I said... I was worried.

You have a lot of nerve coming here after I hung up with you. Usually people can take a hint. [ If not now, slowly you will learn over that course of knowing him that he bites hardest when feeling defensive or frightened. This one is the latter. ]

It'll take more'n that to make me leave you.

[ Most people do take a hint, yes, but if there's one thing death is good at, it's getting to places where it isn't wanted. Or perhaps places it shouldn't be in.

And this death is rather particularly stubborn when it comes to keeping an eye on those he cares about. But he won't approach. Not just yet. He'll stay where he is, not wanting to appear pushy about his presence. ]

To be honest, it does take a bit of nerve. Wager this was more important than if I had nerve or not. You're important.

[ You're important. ]

[ Those words gave him pause, and for a moment, he stood, before leaning against the kitchen counter. He looked uncomfortable. ]

[ But even so, those words rang in his heart. ]

Ron-san. [ And he let out a shallow sigh. ] This... you being here...

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[ Further worry clear in the way his brow furrowed behind his glasses. And he does give a sigh of his own, still quiet, still apologetic.

He could read that, how uncomfortable he looked... and it only made the furrow on his brow deepen briefly. ]

If you'd rather I leave... then I'll do it. Just... wanted to make sure you were alright.

That's not...

[ He was quickly learning, as he pushed off of the counter, that he was drawn to Ron in a way he could not seem to stop. He was suddenly smoothing the hand up Ron's neck to the collar, arm slipping around his neck as he moved in closer, and... ]

[ He kissed him, because it was what he wanted to do. ]

[ There was a pause of surprise. Here he was thinking he had intruded... or perhaps he wasn't supposed to be here. But it doesn't take him long to reciprocate. His arm moves around the other god's waist to pull him close as he turned his head to deepen that kiss softly. He finds himself closing his eyes as he tightens that embrace ever so slightly.

He can't explain it but he's just as drawn. Like a magnet to its opposing pole: pulled by some unstoppable force. It makes his heart race in no way he can explain.

But he's grateful for that kiss. ]

[ This is unfair. He knew this was going to happen. That was why he hung up on him. That was why he was hoping Ron would just stay away. ]

[ But the blond had appeared, and now they were kissing, and it was an inevitable chain of events that repeated themselves over and over again, and he knew, he knew he would keep kissing him... ]

[ And he did. He broke that kiss to go anew, tilting his head the other direction. When had he become so addicted to kissing? Just last month, he would have flailed at the thought, but now all he did was feel his face heat, but he went for it nonetheless, kissed Ronald, and only him. Only him. He wished he was the 'only him'. ]

[ Another kiss, more demanding. Pay attention to me. ]

[ They didn't need to speak. That kiss was enough to serve as their conversation. His own head tilted, lips parting to accept that second kiss and return it with further aggression of his own. His arm tightened around the other's waist, pulling him close against his chest.

Right now, right here. I'm yours. My lips, my eyes, my hand, my heart... yours. When I'm with you, I'm yours.

He broke it only to claim another, eyes closing as his hand slid up the other god's back. Again his lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance into that warm mouth pressed against his.

He knew this would happen. Every time, they crashed into each other. Every time, he found himself kissing him. Every time, he found himself reminded of how he loved anew. Why he couldn't let go. Why he didn't want to.

His fingers slipped through Watanuki's hair, moving him to turn his head slightly to allow for an even deeper kiss. ]

[ For once, Ronald's mouth held no distinct flavor, which only made the taste of honey from his tea more apparently. Their kiss held a hint of sweetness... but even more so, of simmering passion. He wanted to stray his lips elsewhere, to press against the taut skin of Ron's neck and taste him. Instead, he finally pulled his head away. He turned it, so he wouldn't be tempted to kiss him again, slight panting coming from his mouth as he struggled for control over his spiraling emotions. ]

[ He stayed still even as that kiss was broken. It took him a moment to reel himself back not to lean in for another. But even as he didn't, his fingers drew away from his hold to move up. They trailed over the curve of Watanuki's jawline, his thumb pressing against his cheek before slipping lower, down his shoulder and his side to interlace their fingers.

The reaper couldn't help himself and that small guilty smile that came to him. Even then, a breath escaped him as his heart raced slightly from the contact. ]

I missed that, too.

Hmph. [ He made an audible huff, as haughty as ever. His eyes slipped back over to glance at Ron, his golden eye showing. He didn't move his head. ]

Of course you would. [ He looked away, face starting to turn pink. He slid his hands down, resting on Ronald's chest. There's a sigh. ]

...This is why I didn't want you to come over...

[ His arm wrapped around him gently as he buried himself against the other god's hair with a low sigh.

When next he found his voice, it came out as a soft murmur. ]

Can't bloody well stay away from each other, can we, love...?

[ He leaned back against him. ]

I can't stand you.

[ He can't help the sigh, even as he tightens that embrace briefly before releasing his hold even as his arm remains where it is.]

Best you work on being less irresistible then. If you can't stand having me about...

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