tabularasa_rp | [closed] I don't believe in much but I believe in you

[Through battle.... he's sure their frustrations would be more easily communicated, too; the sort of frenzied irritation and self-consciousness he instinctively figured they both had. It seeped into everything and colored their feelings toward their rivals.]

[It bore the fruit that was now rooted in their chests. Maybe if they'd had a proper outlet here, things might not have gotten to this point. Blue grumbles to himself.]

Yeah. I get you. [His mouth twists with irritation. How does he put any of it? Well, to begin with, he clams up cold with Raihan's question. With a kind of nervous hesitation, his eyes flick subconsciously towards the doorway to the hall, as if thinking of something in particular, before he tightens in on himself.]

[No.... This wasn't something he was willing to talk about. Not when he's here. It's way too complicated. He swallows it down.... as unhealthy as that is, and another coughing fit tries to erupt from him.]

It's........ [He finds something else to say about it, instead, when he catches his breath again.] After a certain point, when we were kids... He only ever cared about Pokémon. That was how it felt. I started to see him as more of an obstacle than a goal. I started to hate him.

Suffice to say, things were pretty rough between us for a long time. [Guilt clouds his features.] I was pretty cold towards him, but all I'd wanted was for him to notice me again.

....Didn't really work out that way....

[ he notices the renewed silence - an uncommon occurrence between the two of them, but understandable considering the circumstances. he's at least glad that they can sympathize with each other on some level, even if it's not 1:1. he stifles his own cough as he listens, wincing at the pain that begins to well into his wrist from the corsage-like flower growing from it. ]

You guys seemed close when he was around. Could've fooled me.

[ he gives him a smile, but it's a little weak. ] You mean a lot to him. Bloke didn't say a lot to me, but I could at least gather that much.

I mean, we're friends again now. It took a long time, [Blue sighs raggedly. How to explain all the dead silence in between, living his whole adolescence clinging to his childhood and trying to pry himself away from it, coming into his own, only to meet Red again as a burgeoning adult. It had been a difficult struggle, and yet... Once they reunited, Blue couldn't imagine them being apart again.]

[He's always wondered how it was for Red. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but Blue could only hope that there had been as much longing and thought of the other on his side- but then again, if Blue really was confident in that, would he have the bloom in his chest right now?]

--All ready for prom, huh? [He manages to crack a pained smirk, nodding his chin towards Raihan's clutched wrist. Maybe it's a weak change of subject, but... There wasn't much to say, whenever someone insisted to Blue that there was a glimmer of a chance that Red returned his feelings. They didn't really understand- all of the different reasons it could be impossible, how could he possibly explain all of them?]

[ he doesn't have to explain himself more than he wants to. it'll mean that Raihan doesn't know the full story, sure, but the gist of a situation like this is enough to at least empathize. Raihan is almost certain that what he's feeling is unrequited; he had honestly thought he had come to terms with it, but maybe the onset of this illness is proof that he hasn't quite gotten there yet. ]

Sure, if I'm getting stood up. [ he smirks as he flexes his fingers, trying to will away the sting. ] Bit pathetic, if you ask me... but if this works, hopefully it won't be around for much longer.

[ he has a feeling it's not going to be a snap recovery, and dreads thinking about what the recovery process might be if the sickness has been this unpleasant. ] Y'think all that was enough to cure us?

[Blue shares a self-deprecating breath of a laugh at that. Somehow, there was comfort in commiseration; maybe it's only a placebo, but he can't help but feel that already the pain in his chest has started to numb, if even just slightly.]

[Or maybe that was him dying. Who knows!]

Who knows? This place works by its own rules.... Maybe it can just tell how frustrated we all are.

[You know what he means, Raihan. He shoots the other man a teasing grin, almost a little... softer. Like he knows just how to switch on certain charms he has.]

...But you know, if you wanna cover all your bases, we could always... try and work it out.... A little more actively.

[ oh... that’s surprisingly naughty, but Raihan isn’t put-off by it. it’s pretty funny when you contextualize it with everything they’ve said, and it’s not as if he’s new to the idea of being flirted with, joking or otherwise. he’ll be taking it as the former, anyhow.

that being said, Blue isn’t exactly wrong. ]

So what was all of that whining about “impressing you” for if you were just gonna put out anyway? [ he snorts. ] I know I’m irresistible, but don’t get too excited.

Sheesh. Who's excited? Don't come rushing into my sheets or anything, I was kidding, [Blue laughs with only a slight pause of surprise when Raihan doesn't turn him down right away. Then again, maybe he should have known better.]

[The guy was coughing up seeds.]

--I wasn't kidding about that, though. I mean, not like we can battle, anyway.... But I have pretty high standards, you know. And I don't mean how often you walk into doorframes.

[He smiles sweetly.]

Right. [ he doesn’t sound convinced, but sure, whatever helps him sleep through the night. bringing it up once is a joke, but twice starts to sound dangerously like a serious proposition.

it’s not the worst idea in the world, but they clearly have more pressing matters to attend to. it’s not very attractive to hack up a lung while you’re trying to flirt. ]

If they didn’t want me walking into ‘em, they should make ‘em taller! [ he pouts. even in a blank-slate world, his height isn’t accommodated! he’d like to speak to the void’s manager, please. ] But my standards are pretty up there too.

[ he stands, brow furrowing for a moment as he feels the full pain in his chest spike with the movement. he’s said his piece... now it’s time to hope that things get better. ] So you’d better rest up so we both stop being sickly bastards, alright? Or else I’ll have to start lowering them.

[ he moves to leave, but not before nodding to the glass bottle he had given him. ] And make sure you drink all of that. I worked hard on it.

[ joking! probably. ]

Yeah, let it know! [Blue jeers, only to break out into a coughing fit in his enthusiasm. Serves him right.]

[He smears away the fresh glut of petals with a bitter curse, and forces the grin back onto his face.] Lowering 'em... For little ole me? Aw.... [Blue cradles the smoothie closer, and can't help giving it a soft glance. He did appreciate the effort; he was going to have to find some way to repay it without inflating Raihan's ego too much....]

'm sure I'll be good to go in no time. Don't count me out just yet, dragon boy.

[He flashes a cocky smirk, despite how awful he looks. And sure enough, in a week or so, The glut in his chest seems to have gradually dissipated, and all he coughs up now is the occasional shredded bits of petal. There seems to be a lingering, nagging sensation in him, though, that he never quite shakes.........]

[Still, he's much better. And in that week or so later, Blue is surprised when he once again has a knock at the door, pulling open the door with surprise, and then a playful smirk.]

Back for more, huh?

[ sorry, buddy. he can sympathize with the coughing to an extent, but at some point you start bringing it on yourself. all he hopes is that he didn't bare his emotions for nothing... it wasn't pleasant in the least, but he'd much prefer someone with a similar experience knowing about a sensitive matter than being choked to death by flowers. he has no intention of counting Blue out, or himself for that matter.

the week goes by with more wallowing in sickly misery, but the blight does eventually subside. coughing up stems and more dandelion petals isn't pretty, nor is cutting out the pink camellia that had taken root into his wrist, but he manages with perseverance and some serious teeth-gritting. he'd made a point of leaving Blue alone in the week it takes him to recover - friendly as they were with each other, they had said what they needed to. now that he's well, however, he wants to at least check on him to see if their results had been the same.

the smirk he's met with is all he needs to determine that much, but then he opens his mouth and says that. he seriously isn't letting up... ]

More what, exactly? [ he cocks an eyebrow, leaning casually on his doorframe. he'll play dumb, just to see what Blue thinks. ] I just wanted to see if you were still hacking flowers up. You know, like a proper mate would.

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Uh-huh. [A likely story! Blue smiles sweetly and steps aside to let him in, if he wanted to; then again, if he feels like loitering against the doorway, Blue won't make him.]

Anyway, I'm feeling way better! Doing peachy over here; how about you?

[He gives a glance-over; at least that 'corsage' was gone from his wrist, but he can't help a face at the bandages in their place. He doesn't think he wants to know what that involved.] Not still coughing up phlegmy seeds?

[ he'll take that offered welcome, stepping in casually. he doesn't intend to stay long - this really is just meant to be a check-in, but Blue is clearly feeling cheeky. if he's feeling better, he shouldn't be cooped up in here. ]

Never better! [ he grins, bright and earnest. ] Wasn't the most fun to get over, but no seeds in sight for a day and a half. I'll call myself cured.

[ he notices that grimace, but makes no attempt to acknowledge it besides a quick smirk. it looks bad, he knows. ] Still can't believe all of that actually worked, though...

[ you know. the confessions. ]

[With Raihan strolling in, Blue closes the door behind them and passes back inside, popping a seat on the edge of his bed and crossing his leg over his knee.] Ugh, I've still got... pulpy junk here and there, but it's pretty much over with. Still taking it easy just in case, though.

[Blue's eyes slide towards Raihan slyly, and he appears to be chewing on his reply for a second beforehand.] If oversharing was the cure to illness, social media'd be a whole lot better. Anyway, if it hadn't, what would you have done?

[About the illness, or about spilling...]

Right, right. So is an invitation for celebratory barbecue is out of the question?

[ it's not a date, it's just him wanting to get out after two weeks of wallowing around feeling like crap. don't get the wrong idea - he will very much go without Blue if he says no. company would be nice, though. ]

You're speaking my language... but I dunno. I think I still would've only told one person even if I had my socials. [ as much as he loves to post, he'd like to keep some things in an inner circle. his follow-up question, is what interests him more, though - the answer seems obvious ] Kept looking for a cure? Not sure I want to think about what the alternative would've been.

[At that, Blue lofts a brow.]

An invitation? That's what you came here for? [He's just gonna let the knowing grin speak for itself!] I'll think about it. Tifa-chan's stall?

That reminds me, the bar looks like it's been pretty empty. I guess no one's felt like going out, lately.

[Blue looks like there's something bothering him about that, but he doesn't spit it out. Instead, he shrugs to Raihan's reply.]

Hey, you're the engagement king. [And clearly, something in this place would rather they didn't keep these things to themselves, but if that was how things were back home, would they really have been able to keep any of this from them?]

[If he had to tell Red- if he'd had to spill his feelings even back then- what would have happened?]

[He shrugs his shoulders as if to dismiss it again.] What if words weren't enough?

More or less. [ no ulterior motives here! he nods - Tifa's place always had the best seasonings, bar none. ] S'been a while since I've had a meal that didn't make me want to hurl, so I figured I'd make it a good one. Your flat's on the way.

[ of course, he also wanted to check up on Blue to make sure he was alright in both body and mind. they'd spoken about some pretty heavy things last time they saw each other, and he's still grateful that he listened. ]

Like how?

Uh, what're you eating? [Blue grimaces. Sheesh, he's not looking to get domestic or anything, but if the guy was eating that badly, he'd cook for him!] Come to the bar more often if you're eating that bad. You know, there's decent enough ingredients around here.

Don't you know how to cook?

[Then again, maybe he didn't. City boy. Blue meets his eyes again and just gives a tiny smirk.] Really? Whatever, let's get food first.

Wha- no, because I was coughing my lungs out every three seconds, not because it was bad! I'm awesome at cooking!

[ alright, forget hypotheticals. now he has to defend his honor as a self-sufficient adult. he can at least get by in making decent-tasting meals, but Blue doesn't need to know he's mediocre, regardless of relevancy to his prior statement. the conversation continues out the door and on the way to Wall Market, eventually devolving into a debate about the validity of beans on toast as a meal.

it's good food and good company regardless of their bickering, and Raihan is just glad that things are starting to feel normal again (considering the very strange definition of "normal" in this world). they're back at the Merlaut a couple of hours later, sated and still chattering away. ]

If you say so.......

[Blue doesn't sound convinced but that's probably at least partially put on to fuck with Raihan a little as he rolls up from his seat on the bed, following Raihan out to Wall Market.]

[Beans and toast were barely food, Blue scoffs over skewers of nicely marinaded meat, courtesy his still-technically-boss Tifa, and they eventually get on talking about curry differences between Galar and Kanto, instead. By the time they get back to the apartments, they're trading cooking tips for the new berries that have started spawning in this world, and when they get to Blue's door, Blue opens it for Raihan to follow in, expectantly.]

You want some of that juice, by the way? Or tea or something?

[ he will fight for the glory of beans on toast until his dying breath, and that's that! but the rest of their conversation is actually pretty interesting - there's more to curry than just variations in ingredients, and learning about the other is like a full-on cultural exchange.

he's almost surprised that Blue ushers him back into his room rather than shooing him away for the evening, but takes the invitation back in. ]

Tea's good, thanks... [ he meets his gaze for a moment, trying to read him. something's up. ] You're being too hospitable. What're you up to?

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Hm?

[Blue grunts, filling the pot for tea and setting it on the stove- the delicious, mellow scent of matcha soon fills the apartment while they talk, and he turns and leans against the kitchen counter, cocking his head at the other man.]

...I mean, you're staying, right? [One brow rises, glancing Raihan over. The guy looks lost. Sheesh.]

Wasn't that the point? Taking me out like that.

[ oh. oh. alright.

honestly, this wasn't at all what he was thinking about when he asked Blue to come with him. the invitation had been completely platonic, though he can see why he had construed it as otherwise. they've been flirting, and Raihan at least isn't oblivious to that much. he can play this game. ]

Did you want it to be?

[While Blue could certainly see Raihan inviting him along platonically, it hadn't exactly been his first thought. For the other man to have come seeking him out, after all of the teasing they'd left off on last time....]

[It definitely read as a date to him.]

[Well, a conditional date, maybe. They couldn't battle, so Blue still wasn't sure exactly how he felt about the guy. But he appreciated the... effort. It was worth rewarding a little, right?]

What, are you saying it wasn't? I won't mind if it is, you know. [He shrugs, turning back to get two mugs from the cupboard.] ...But if that was what you wanted, let me know now before I waste a whole pot of tea.

[You know. Cuz it's gonna go cold while they're getting busy.]

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