[When Gentaro ventures back into the bedroom at some point after Dice has gone to work, he might notice a bright blue envelope on his pillow, addressed in Dice's usual artful scrawl. His sneaky husband-to-be put it there on his way out.
Once opened, a few small items lay inside. A card with a simple childlike drawing of a cat is the most prominent, but there's also a tiny folded paper crane and some silver and gold cat-shaped confetti. The whole thing smells a little like Dice's chosen cologne, with maybe a touch of tobacco. There's a strip of purikura photos they took a few months back and misplaced, Dice making stupid faces while Gentaro laughs and looks at him incredulously.
If Gentaro is brave, he can open the card. Inside, written carefully:]
To the best guy in this place,
Don't know if you noticed, but next month's a year since I got here.
A year since I kissed you. A whole year since I looked at you and thought "damn!" Best year of my life.
I gotta admit, the cat person thing was a little weird at first, and I'm still not sure about it. But if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have hooked up with you like that, so I'm not complaining.
We've been through some shit. This place is fucking batshit! You know, I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with anybody else though. I know we ain't the only guys here from home, and I know Ramuda's here, and I made friends with Hifumi I guess, but every single day there's one part I care about more than anything else.
That's you. You are the best. Seriously. The best.
I'm not good with fancy words like you, but I hope this is something that makes you smile and remember that you've got me, no matter what. I got your back like you got mine.
Even if it's a billion years from now, millions of lifetimes over, I want to be with you. Like I don't want anybody else, and I won't settle for some lame trash now that I've had the best. I love you. And I'm gonna keep bein yours.
I was thinking about writing you some verse here, but it started sounding dumb so you get....
[There's an arrow drawn here to indicate he should look at the back. And on the back is text. Words crammed into every single space, large and small. And in the middle, circled, and in big letters:
STUFF I LOVE ABOUT GENTARO]
- The way you tuck your hair back over your ears - The intense look you get when you hate something you've written - The way you look at Cat - I can pick you up and hold you and never get tired - How mad you get when I won't get up easy in the morning - The smell of your skin right after you take a shower - Those fuckin ankles - The way that ring looks on your hand - And when I catch you staring at it like you're confused... you think I'm not shit sometimes huh! - The cute shit you say to Prince when he steals Cat's treats - You named a fuckin cat Cat - Your rhymes - You tellin me all your story ideas when you get them in the middle of goin to bed - How warm you make me feel - Your smile - Your cooking - Your favorite outfit and the way it makes you look like you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks - Every time you wear lace underwear!!!!!!!!!! - Hearing your voice first in the morning when you're pulling crap to wake me up - Accidental bedtime stories - Kissing you - Going on beach dates - EVERY FUCKIN THING
[And the little list goes on in every direction until he runs out of reasonable space.]
( to say it catches gentaro off guard would be an understatement. his heart accelerates as he stares at the paper, eyes tracking down the list, along the back and squiggles. the feeling of truly being known. it’s not as frightful as he once thought it to be.
fingertips shakily trace the edges of the paper. it’s almost as if it’s too sacred to touch with bare skin. should he frame it? should he fold it open and tuck it away somewhere so the rays of sun will never age it? he feels dizzy. he’s in love
carefully, he decides on setting it back in its envelope and recreating the exact setup he found it in. as if it hasn’t been found yet.
when dice returns home? gentaro is innocently in the kitchen, in his house robe, reading a book with the cats beside him. no blue envelope to be found. )
[Dice dwells on thoughts of the envelope for the first part of his lengthy shift, but it soon passes out of his mind so he can focus on work. He's a little surprised when he gets off and Gentaro hasn't sent him even the faintest acknowledgement of it, though. It's weird. He knows Gentaro is damn observant, so... oh, shit! Maybe he's waiting for Dice to get home before he says something.
He picks up some brilliant iridescent flowers from a street seller on the way home, a skip in his step as he hums a familiar tune.
[Dice has already set the flowers on the floor so he can crouch by Cat and Prince to give them some treats and love, so Prince is face-first in the flowers by the time Gentaro says that. And Dice.
Well.]
AAAAAAAA fuck, I dunno! Get outta there, little guy!
[Prince gives no fucks he's loafing on the flowers now.]
I don't even know what kinda flowers they are! Astro-something? Prince...
He should be fine. Cats are usually fairly resistant.
( he smiles again as he crouches down to remove their little prince from the flowers. ) Thank you for these. Of course, I assume they’re for me? ( a twitch of a smirk. )
Certainly. What good are flowers without our son blessing them?
( he holds prince almost protectively in his arms, letting the cat wiggle and play with the ends of his hair — which is just below his shoulders now — as a distraction. )
[Dice grins, looking back into those gorgeous eyes again. He's really wondering now if Gentaro didn't see the envelope.
Perfect chance to get him to see it, right?]
Oh yeah! I'm runnin' low from buyin' that new suit. I guess I'll just take a quick shower! Maybe you can, uh... [Wait he's got this.] Look at the pillows and make sure they're nice and fluffy? [Smooth.]
( his fiancé is as subtle as a sledgehammer. with a playful nod, he gets to his feet again, cradling prince as he starts the small trek to their bedroom. )
Don’t take too long or I’ll start without you~ ( as if he’d ever want to go back to clumsy handjobs administered by himself. yikes.
once inside the bedroom, he sets prince down on the bed and decides to play with him rather than look at The Pillows. )
[Subtle is his middle name! Yep! His first name is actually "Not", though.
Dice might forget about something like the envelope when Gentaro lays it on like that, though. He's being promised the best, as usual, and Dice still doesn't get how he's so lucky. Gentaro will never have to go back to that, as long as Dice is around.
He's heading to the bathroom with a spring in his step, but he peeks to see if Gentaro notices the
...wow he's just playing with Prince okay then.]
You, uh... you got something on your pillow, there. Anything important?
gentaro has already committed most of it to heart by now. he doesn’t need to reopen it.
he fiddles with the house robe some, the new lace undergarments he’d been waiting for a very special occasion to wear a tad scratchy. they’re a deep purple and have sevens stitched on the hem of the bottoms and a cherry charm dangling on the top piece.
he reaches out to prince again, idly playing and spinning his engagement ring. )
[Dice is the sort to sing in the shower, so Gentaro gets treated to a few minutes of his musical stylings before Dice finally emerges with a towel around his waist, a smaller one being run over his hair vigorously. There's a momentary soft look he throws Gentaro's way before flopping on the bed face-down, head near Gentaro's lap, and reaching out to give Prince a good pet or three.]
( gentaro’s hand instantly goes into dice’s hair. it’s automatic. his fingers playfully scratch at his scalp, even with the wet hair clinging. a moment passed. and then, suddenly so very close down near dice’s ear, his head tipped low: )
[Dice goes stock still, throat dry, eyes closing. He read it. He definitely read it. Dice is going to be totally impressed if Gentaro got dressed up while he was in the shower. It's enough to give him a nearly immediate hard on. Such is Dice.
Little does he know...]
Y-yeah. Looks good on you. 'Cause your skin's all nice.
( he’s been screwing with you since you got home, dice.
innocently (hah), gentaro reaches for his fiancé’s hand. he carefully guides it up into his houserobe, to feel along the lace and to find the dangling cherry pendant. )
Dice lets his hand be moved, eyes going wide at first, then closing when he reaches the little dangling cherries. A rush of an exhale, short and absolutely the only thing about Dice that is not currently on fire, follows.]
Babe.
[He runs his thumb over the pendant, looking up at his husband-to-be.]
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Once opened, a few small items lay inside. A card with a simple childlike drawing of a cat is the most prominent, but there's also a tiny folded paper crane and some silver and gold cat-shaped confetti. The whole thing smells a little like Dice's chosen cologne, with maybe a touch of tobacco. There's a strip of purikura photos they took a few months back and misplaced, Dice making stupid faces while Gentaro laughs and looks at him incredulously.
If Gentaro is brave, he can open the card. Inside, written carefully:]
To the best guy in this place,
Don't know if you noticed, but next month's a year since I got here.
A year since I kissed you. A whole year since I looked at you and thought "damn!" Best year of my life.
I gotta admit, the cat person thing was a little weird at first, and I'm still not sure about it. But if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have hooked up with you like that, so I'm not complaining.
We've been through some shit. This place is fucking batshit! You know, I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with anybody else though. I know we ain't the only guys here from home, and I know Ramuda's here, and I made friends with Hifumi I guess, but every single day there's one part I care about more than anything else.
That's you. You are the best. Seriously. The best.
I'm not good with fancy words like you, but I hope this is something that makes you smile and remember that you've got me, no matter what. I got your back like you got mine.
Even if it's a billion years from now, millions of lifetimes over, I want to be with you. Like I don't want anybody else, and I won't settle for some lame trash now that I've had the best. I love you. And I'm gonna keep bein yours.
I was thinking about writing you some verse here, but it started sounding dumb so you get....
[There's an arrow drawn here to indicate he should look at the back. And on the back is text. Words crammed into every single space, large and small. And in the middle, circled, and in big letters:
STUFF I LOVE ABOUT GENTARO]
- The way you tuck your hair back over your ears
- The intense look you get when you hate something you've written
- The way you look at Cat
- I can pick you up and hold you and never get tired
- How mad you get when I won't get up easy in the morning
- The smell of your skin right after you take a shower
- Those fuckin ankles
- The way that ring looks on your hand
- And when I catch you staring at it like you're confused... you think I'm not shit sometimes huh!
- The cute shit you say to Prince when he steals Cat's treats
- You named a fuckin cat Cat
- Your rhymes
- You tellin me all your story ideas when you get them in the middle of goin to bed
- How warm you make me feel
- Your smile
- Your cooking
- Your favorite outfit and the way it makes you look like you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks
- Every time you wear lace underwear!!!!!!!!!!
- Hearing your voice first in the morning when you're pulling crap to wake me up
- Accidental bedtime stories
- Kissing you
- Going on beach dates
- EVERY FUCKIN THING
[And the little list goes on in every direction until he runs out of reasonable space.]
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fingertips shakily trace the edges of the paper. it’s almost as if it’s too sacred to touch with bare skin. should he frame it? should he fold it open and tuck it away somewhere so the rays of sun will never age it? he feels dizzy. he’s in love
carefully, he decides on setting it back in its envelope and recreating the exact setup he found it in. as if it hasn’t been found yet.
when dice returns home? gentaro is innocently in the kitchen, in his house robe, reading a book with the cats beside him. no blue envelope to be found. )
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He picks up some brilliant iridescent flowers from a street seller on the way home, a skip in his step as he hums a familiar tune.
But when he gets home, Gentaro is...]
Heeeeeeey babe, I'm back! You still awake?
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gentaro gently sets down the book as cat and prince go to greet their favorite dad at the door. )
Good evening. ( he says it fondly as he closes the book entirely and rises from his stool. ) I hope those aren’t poisonous to cats.
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Well.]
AAAAAAAA fuck, I dunno! Get outta there, little guy!
[Prince gives no fucks he's loafing on the flowers now.]
I don't even know what kinda flowers they are! Astro-something? Prince...
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( gentaro grins at that. )
He should be fine. Cats are usually fairly resistant.
( he smiles again as he crouches down to remove their little prince from the flowers. ) Thank you for these. Of course, I assume they’re for me? ( a twitch of a smirk. )
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Yeah! Hadn't brought you flowers in a while, so... here they are.
[A glance down.]
Prince, didja have to lay on 'em like that?
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( he holds prince almost protectively in his arms, letting the cat wiggle and play with the ends of his hair — which is just below his shoulders now — as a distraction. )
Was work all right?
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[He reaches out and boops the end of Prince's nose with some of Gentaro's hair.]
Work was okay! Got some tips so I'm thinkin' about goin' to the casino tomorrow afternoon. You wanna come?
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a thoughtful hum, and then: )
Perhaps. I don’t have any other plans. Though, just to be safe, we ought to generate a bit more chroma for the adventure, wouldn’t you agree?
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Perfect chance to get him to see it, right?]
Oh yeah! I'm runnin' low from buyin' that new suit. I guess I'll just take a quick shower! Maybe you can, uh... [Wait he's got this.] Look at the pillows and make sure they're nice and fluffy? [Smooth.]
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Don’t take too long or I’ll start without you~ ( as if he’d ever want to go back to clumsy handjobs administered by himself. yikes.
once inside the bedroom, he sets prince down on the bed and decides to play with him rather than look at The Pillows. )
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Dice might forget about something like the envelope when Gentaro lays it on like that, though. He's being promised the best, as usual, and Dice still doesn't get how he's so lucky. Gentaro will never have to go back to that, as long as Dice is around.
He's heading to the bathroom with a spring in his step, but he peeks to see if Gentaro notices the
...wow he's just playing with Prince okay then.]
You, uh... you got something on your pillow, there. Anything important?
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gentaro continues brushing his fingers along prince’s back and the covers before he dares a look over. )
Oh, do you mean the mail? It isn’t anywhere near as important as our dear son.
( he has A Look. dice, do you know what it means ... )
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Actually his mind is just stuck.]
Yeah... Mail's not a big deal! But like... what if it's not mail? You know? Did you look real close?
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innocently, he flops to the side and lifts it up to wave around the envelope. )
A secret admirer? For me?
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Maybe so. I'm gonna grab a shower, but... I dunno, check it out.
[And Dice slips into the bathroom. His heart is too full and he's humming happily to himself now, satisfied...]
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gentaro has already committed most of it to heart by now. he doesn’t need to reopen it.
he fiddles with the house robe some, the new lace undergarments he’d been waiting for a very special occasion to wear a tad scratchy. they’re a deep purple and have sevens stitched on the hem of the bottoms and a cherry charm dangling on the top piece.
he reaches out to prince again, idly playing and spinning his engagement ring. )
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This is the life!
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You wrote you liked the lace, yes?
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Little does he know...]
Y-yeah. Looks good on you. 'Cause your skin's all nice.
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( he’s been screwing with you since you got home, dice.
innocently (hah), gentaro reaches for his fiancé’s hand. he carefully guides it up into his houserobe, to feel along the lace and to find the dangling cherry pendant. )
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Dice lets his hand be moved, eyes going wide at first, then closing when he reaches the little dangling cherries. A rush of an exhale, short and absolutely the only thing about Dice that is not currently on fire, follows.]
Babe.
[He runs his thumb over the pendant, looking up at his husband-to-be.]
I love you. For every fuckin' reason ever.