[Filling out that sweatshirt nicely. Credit where credit is due.
Fortunately, Mrs. Tsukishima is used to feeding her two sons. Been warned of Bokuto's appetite. He might still be hauling bags, by the time Tsukki ambles up. Wrapped in a scarf and coat against the chill.]
[He will extremely happy if he gets the compliment in person (and Tsukki will get all the hugs and squishes that involve said guns).
When Tsukishima gets home, he's still downstairs with Mrs. Tsukishima, very animatedly chatting about whatever, holding two heavy bags in his arms as if they weigh nothing while the woman is putting away things from other bags.
When Kei shows up, he's greeted with the biggest smile in the world.]
Tsukki!! You're just in time! We've been talking about dinner.
[He is very lucky his hands are occupied. For now. Momma Tsukishima is getting rid of the ingredients very fast though and soon he's free. And he looks positively beaming and ready to just tackle him into a hug.
[Bokuto, despite the urge to pull Tsukishima into a hug, politely waits to see if Mom Tsukishima needs help. But when she shoos them off, he thanks her and follows after his boyfriend.
And yes, they do make it to the hallway. And to the bottom of the stairs- where Bokuto hugs him and picks him up and just dashes up the stairs with a manic cackle because he knows Tsukki will protest in embarrassment.]
[You'd think he'd get used to the indignity. But. You know. There really is something heart-stopping about just getting swept up like one of the grocery bags. Not that Tsukki will admit this. Pfft.
He makes a show of straightening his clothes back out. Heaving a sigh.]
Showoff. Aren't you ever going to get tired of that?
Well actually, push ups would be a safer option right now, haha.
[It works, the goading. But he hears a noise from downstairs and it reminds him that Tsukkimom is home. It's what happens when you arrive ahead of time. Then he falls into "I'm plotting something" silence for a moment-]
[He just did all that work to get Bokuto decent. Then again - Tsukki also hasn't seen his boyfriend for a month. And it's getting more and more difficult to worry about things like that.
If they're quiet...]
And?
[He's still a little slow to move. Just enough for resistance, to feel the push before stepping backwards. A break in the defense.]
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Kotarou
Are you
Or are you NOT
Wearing
pants
[Whup, first name, CLEARLY SERIOUS.]
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was wearing them when I entered your house
yes
[.......]
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'AND I AM CURRENTLY WEARING THEM'
[Why. Why. Are. You. Like. This.]
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so I saw no point in wearing them, since you were gonna take them off
a head start!
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My mom gets home from work in five minutes
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D:
Dammit
Putting them back on :(
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THANK you
Geeze
I thought you were getting here Tuesday?
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Yeah
BUT I couldn't wait that long!
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Well
Not like I wanted to wait that long either
[Honesty? GASP!]
Home in about 15.
Help my mom with the groceries, it'll make a good impression.
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[Wonderful honesty that's making Bokuto almost squeal.]
Of course I'll help her!
Gotta put these guns to good use!
[Yes, have a selfie of him flexing in the mirror with a grin, showing off said guns.]
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Fortunately, Mrs. Tsukishima is used to feeding her two sons. Been warned of Bokuto's appetite. He might still be hauling bags, by the time Tsukki ambles up. Wrapped in a scarf and coat against the chill.]
Hey.
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When Tsukishima gets home, he's still downstairs with Mrs. Tsukishima, very animatedly chatting about whatever, holding two heavy bags in his arms as if they weigh nothing while the woman is putting away things from other bags.
When Kei shows up, he's greeted with the biggest smile in the world.]
Tsukki!! You're just in time! We've been talking about dinner.
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Yeah? What are we having?
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Let me let me let me!]
Stew! And potato salad.
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[That gets a smile and a head shake. Plus a 'shoo' motion towards the kitchen door. 'I'm fine. You two catch up.']
Thanks. Come on, Bokuto.
[Tsukki can tell that hug is on a final countdown. Hopefully they at least make it to the hallway.]
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And yes, they do make it to the hallway. And to the bottom of the stairs- where Bokuto hugs him and picks him up and just dashes up the stairs with a manic cackle because he knows Tsukki will protest in embarrassment.]
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[Tsukki at least keeps from kicking. He doesn't much want a cracked skull. Instead there's a thump to Bokuto's shoulder.]
Put me down!
[Hissed quietly, cheeks bright red.]
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[And he doesn't, not until they are in Tsukishima's room. And even then, he stops just to give the red cheek a loud smooch.]
I missed you!
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He makes a show of straightening his clothes back out. Heaving a sigh.]
Showoff. Aren't you ever going to get tired of that?
[He will not pass up another kiss, though.]
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[Bokuto waggels his eyebrows at him-] I have a lot of stamina and strength. I can show you~
[This definitively wasn't meant in 'carry Tsukishima' way but in a quite NSFW way.]
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[Subtle, Bokuto is not.
And Tsukki's never going to be able to resist goading him.]
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Well actually, push ups would be a safer option right now, haha.
[It works, the goading. But he hears a noise from downstairs and it reminds him that Tsukkimom is home. It's what happens when you arrive ahead of time. Then he falls into "I'm plotting something" silence for a moment-]
I could try to be quiet...
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[Another challenge. With a full head tilt and a smirk. This is pushing it. Tsukki knows that. His mother is right downstairs.
He just can't resist wondering what Bokuto will come up with...]
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And he loves challenges, of course. There's a stretched out silence as he thinks about it before he smirks.]
It's true. But you are quiet.
[Nudge, nudge towards the bed.]
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If they're quiet...]
And?
[He's still a little slow to move. Just enough for resistance, to feel the push before stepping backwards. A break in the defense.]
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