[He doesn't remember much about that evening gone awry.
It's only the pungent taste of stale alcohol on his dry lips and the blinding single ray of sunlight that has zoned in on him specifically in this tiny corner of the room that reminds him anything happened at all.
Exhaustion creeps through his body and he's yet to open his eyes. The warm body curled up against his bare chest doesn't shudder or move and-
Wait.
He only remembers Ranpo from the previous evening-that nosy bastard always manages to worm his way into any situation.
And that dawning realization that it's just Ranpo he remembers is enough to jolt him to life in an instant because the body against his own is incredibly small, lacks any curves, and-
Mamma mia.
He stares down at the naked man wrapped around his body-notes his own lack of clothing and the messy room around them that doesn't look familiar anymore and-]
[He's awake-- sort of. His head aches, and he's yet to really register anything about where they are at the moment. He knows he went out last night, he ran into Caesar and... what then? He went home, right?]
[But he feels rather comfortable laying on this warm and oddly lumpy bed. So it'll take more than that to get him up. The fact that his first immediate instinct is to nuzzle into his "pillow" isn't helping matters.]
[Caesar bristles as the man borrows into his bare chest for warmth. It's becoming impossible to ignore the lack of clothing covering their body and the implication of that while being in this shared bed.
He whaps him across the top of his head none too gently with the back of his hand.]
[And his whole face quickly turns red, as a pair of cat ears pop out from his messy bedhead.]
Why are we naked!? G-Get back! Pervert!
[He quickly grabs the blanket as he jerks back, holding it up to keep himself decent as he tries to put as much distance between himself and Caesar as possible. Which isn't much, given these rooms are small.]
[Less thrown by the situation and more offended at the audacity of someone calling him a pervert, when it definitely takes two to tango in this particular situation.
He gives a dismissive wave of his hand-eyes the ears that-]
Make those go away. There's no kizuna here, so stop pretending.
[Like he can control it somehow?? Whatever, he's mad about the cat ears.]
[Sorry, the ears are here to stay. And even his hair looks like it's bristling, not unlike how a very angry cat's fur might, as he curls up into himself to try and stay as covered up as possible.]
Maybe not to you it isn't, but I-- I-I've never... even...
[Is Caesar having trouble reading between the lines in all that flustered mumbling? Not to worry, Ranpo's got him covered.]
[Oh, but they could know. He's explained his "ability" to Caesar, after all.]
[Without another word, Ranpo stands -- carrying the blanket with him as he just. Awkwardly walks around the room to collect his clothes, making sure that Caesar can't see his ass at any point. This is fine.]
[But his actual goal is his jacket, where he knows he'll find his glasses. Which he pulls out and opens and--]
[...]
[And then just folds them back up, nope.]
You know, on second thought, I don't want to barf. I'll figure this out later.
[As if Caesar would want to stare at his ass. It doesn't matter-that's the point he's trying to drive home, but-
He does stare to ensure Ranpo is looking only for his outfit-turns away for a brief second to pull a cigarette out of the pants strewn on the dresser beside him and-
Then he hears that.
He hears that and the sheet he wrapped around the lower half of his body almost drops at the sheer audacity of that comment.
This little shit.]
You would be so lucky as to have spent a night with me. You claim you want to barf? Hah, don't make me laugh. You enjoyed yourself plenty I'm sure of it.
Oh, don't blame this on me! You could have left me alone last night-- I didn't even want your gross wine in the first place!
[Ahh... if he lets himself go down that path, he'll start remembering it. And even if he doesn't remember it, he can start piecing together the journey and-- oh, his face is definitely still red. Let's not think about the reason Caesar didn't leave him alone last night, or why he invited him into his room, drank with him, listened to his troubles and then--]
["That mouth of yours is something else--"]
[NOPE NOT GOING THERE]
[Time to bail. He's opening the door and everything.]
[Ranpo doesn't say another word. He slams the door behind him before making his way to his own room, curling up under the blankets and contemplating existence for a few hours.]
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It's only the pungent taste of stale alcohol on his dry lips and the blinding single ray of sunlight that has zoned in on him specifically in this tiny corner of the room that reminds him anything happened at all.
Exhaustion creeps through his body and he's yet to open his eyes. The warm body curled up against his bare chest doesn't shudder or move and-
Wait.
He only remembers Ranpo from the previous evening-that nosy bastard always manages to worm his way into any situation.
And that dawning realization that it's just Ranpo he remembers is enough to jolt him to life in an instant because the body against his own is incredibly small, lacks any curves, and-
Mamma mia.
He stares down at the naked man wrapped around his body-notes his own lack of clothing and the messy room around them that doesn't look familiar anymore and-]
Get out.
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Nnn... five more minutes...
[He's awake-- sort of. His head aches, and he's yet to really register anything about where they are at the moment. He knows he went out last night, he ran into Caesar and... what then? He went home, right?]
[But he feels rather comfortable laying on this warm and oddly lumpy bed. So it'll take more than that to get him up. The fact that his first immediate instinct is to nuzzle into his "pillow" isn't helping matters.]
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[Caesar bristles as the man borrows into his bare chest for warmth. It's becoming impossible to ignore the lack of clothing covering their body and the implication of that while being in this shared bed.
He whaps him across the top of his head none too gently with the back of his hand.]
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Ow-- hey! What are you--
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[And his whole face quickly turns red, as a pair of cat ears pop out from his messy bedhead.]
Why are we naked!? G-Get back! Pervert!
[He quickly grabs the blanket as he jerks back, holding it up to keep himself decent as he tries to put as much distance between himself and Caesar as possible. Which isn't much, given these rooms are small.]
What the hell happened last night!?
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[Boy, you better not be talking about him.]
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[Less thrown by the situation and more offended at the audacity of someone calling him a pervert, when it definitely takes two to tango in this particular situation.
He gives a dismissive wave of his hand-eyes the ears that-]
Make those go away. There's no kizuna here, so stop pretending.
[Like he can control it somehow?? Whatever, he's mad about the cat ears.]
Stop acting like an idiot. This isn't a big deal.
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[Sorry, the ears are here to stay. And even his hair looks like it's bristling, not unlike how a very angry cat's fur might, as he curls up into himself to try and stay as covered up as possible.]
Maybe not to you it isn't, but I-- I-I've never... even...
[Is Caesar having trouble reading between the lines in all that flustered mumbling? Not to worry, Ranpo's got him covered.]
--give me back my virginity, asshole!!
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Why is always the most irritating, annoying, idiotic people who have gone through life without-
No, that answers itself. Caesar runs his fingers through his hair-irritated and frustrated at the turn of the events.]
We don't even know what happened. You could still be the virgin you're desperate to be.
[Even though he's pretty naked, pretty messy and he's not exactly unaccustomed to waking up like this.]
Stop panicking over nothing.
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[Oh, but they could know. He's explained his "ability" to Caesar, after all.]
[Without another word, Ranpo stands -- carrying the blanket with him as he just. Awkwardly walks around the room to collect his clothes, making sure that Caesar can't see his ass at any point. This is fine.]
[But his actual goal is his jacket, where he knows he'll find his glasses. Which he pulls out and opens and--]
[...]
[And then just folds them back up, nope.]
You know, on second thought, I don't want to barf. I'll figure this out later.
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He does stare to ensure Ranpo is looking only for his outfit-turns away for a brief second to pull a cigarette out of the pants strewn on the dresser beside him and-
Then he hears that.
He hears that and the sheet he wrapped around the lower half of his body almost drops at the sheer audacity of that comment.
This little shit.]
You would be so lucky as to have spent a night with me. You claim you want to barf? Hah, don't make me laugh. You enjoyed yourself plenty I'm sure of it.
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[That's it, that's the whole tag--]
[Well okay no, he's gonna try and get dressed from under the safety of the blanket. Or at least dressed enough so he can leave.]
Look-- this never happened, okay? We don't even remember it, so it doesn't count!
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[Now he's offended! Fuck you, Ranpo. You better remember!!!]
Of course it doesn't count, but I won't let you sully my name by claiming that. You really are a fool.
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[Okay pants on, shirt in disarray, haori inside-out-- it's fine, this is presentable enough.]
And the only fool I see is one who can't hold his liquor against someone who's never even been drunk before!
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[Or two? Or three? He can't remember now-all he knows is that dried taste of wine on his skin remains no matter how many times he licks his dry lips.]
You had to keep talking. That mouth of yours is something else.
[About what-he can't recall now. All he knows is that the nightcap had a totally opposite effect than his original intention.]
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[Ahh... if he lets himself go down that path, he'll start remembering it. And even if he doesn't remember it, he can start piecing together the journey and-- oh, his face is definitely still red. Let's not think about the reason Caesar didn't leave him alone last night, or why he invited him into his room, drank with him, listened to his troubles and then--]
["That mouth of yours is something else--"]
[NOPE NOT GOING THERE]
[Time to bail. He's opening the door and everything.]
Just-- stay away from me!
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[He should have left. Should have ignored the plea through the phone and given into his own tired eyes that evening and now-
Now there's a problem. One that, thankfully, is leaving through the door in a panicked huff.]
Trust me, I won't be seeking your company out. Your request will be granted easily.
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