He shoots one last pointed glare Crow's way, then goes off to collect some pajamas. He does his best to avoid glancing at the stupid poster, gathering up the clothes he'll need. And he almost, almost makes it out unscathed, but just before he's about to head toward the bathroom again, he finds himself with his gaze trailing over Crow's bed.
So that's where Crow sleeps. Where Crow's been looking from during their late night texting sessions, where he fiddles with his gacha, where...
Ah, he's glanced back at the poster. A mistake. "Admiring a figure," huh? ...He's just going to make his way into the bathroom before his brain wanders too far down that path.
Naturally, everything in the apartment smells faintly of Crow, but his room and the bathroom especially. Rean notes the familiar little bottle of cheap cologne on the sink when he comes in, and the lingering scent in the air sends his stomach doing cartwheels.
He turns on the water, sheds his hot topic fantasy, and steps inside, letting the hot water soothe muscles he's only just now realized are aching. Jeez, what has he been up to today...
Between his train of thought not long ago and the scent of Crow's cologne, though, he finds himself sighing in frustration. "The crops in Crowtown are in drought?" Please, Crow, you haven't even been trying to hide the proof that you got some action earlier. And being jealous of a poster would be stupid, but of whoever else Crow's seeing...
It's still wrong, isn't it? Rean can't be the kind of person Crow deserves. Not that he imagines Crow's ever even set his eyes on the types of people he'd deserve, given what little Rean's seen of his tastes, but the point remains. Even if, for some god-forsaken reason, Crow ever looked at him the same way he's found himself looking at Crow, Rean's an absolute disaster at the best of times. So he has no right to feel jealous, right? It's not as if Crow belongs to him.
...besides. None of that even matters for tonight, does it? Because tonight, Crow's attention is on him. It's selfish and it's wrong, but he can let himself revel in that for a couple of hours and deal with the self-loathing later, he thinks.
After a bit, Rean's finally making his way down the staircase, clad in pajamas that are entirely too large on his smaller frame.]
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He shoots one last pointed glare Crow's way, then goes off to collect some pajamas. He does his best to avoid glancing at the stupid poster, gathering up the clothes he'll need. And he almost, almost makes it out unscathed, but just before he's about to head toward the bathroom again, he finds himself with his gaze trailing over Crow's bed.
So that's where Crow sleeps. Where Crow's been looking from during their late night texting sessions, where he fiddles with his gacha, where...
Ah, he's glanced back at the poster. A mistake. "Admiring a figure," huh? ...He's just going to make his way into the bathroom before his brain wanders too far down that path.
Naturally, everything in the apartment smells faintly of Crow, but his room and the bathroom especially. Rean notes the familiar little bottle of cheap cologne on the sink when he comes in, and the lingering scent in the air sends his stomach doing cartwheels.
He turns on the water, sheds his hot topic fantasy, and steps inside, letting the hot water soothe muscles he's only just now realized are aching. Jeez, what has he been up to today...
Between his train of thought not long ago and the scent of Crow's cologne, though, he finds himself sighing in frustration. "The crops in Crowtown are in drought?" Please, Crow, you haven't even been trying to hide the proof that you got some action earlier. And being jealous of a poster would be stupid, but of whoever else Crow's seeing...
It's still wrong, isn't it? Rean can't be the kind of person Crow deserves. Not that he imagines Crow's ever even set his eyes on the types of people he'd deserve, given what little Rean's seen of his tastes, but the point remains. Even if, for some god-forsaken reason, Crow ever looked at him the same way he's found himself looking at Crow, Rean's an absolute disaster at the best of times. So he has no right to feel jealous, right? It's not as if Crow belongs to him.
...besides. None of that even matters for tonight, does it? Because tonight, Crow's attention is on him. It's selfish and it's wrong, but he can let himself revel in that for a couple of hours and deal with the self-loathing later, he thinks.
After a bit, Rean's finally making his way down the staircase, clad in pajamas that are entirely too large on his smaller frame.]
Sorry for keeping you waiting.