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mouse-whisperer:

If he hadn’t been, before, Shion was most definitely warming up to his boyfriend again by that point. The scarf was wrapped relatively loosely, allowing just enough space to be comfortable and yet still keep them close and covered. Then, there was that arm. A familiar embrace that always reminded him that he was important to the bluenette - even when said male was being an ass.

When they finally made it out the door, the albino still seemed a bit off. He was walking extremely close and hugging on that arm - which in itself wasn’t all that new, but it was more the way in which the appendage was held. More than that, though. Shion had remained rather quiet as he calmly walked side by side with his lover - simply taking in Nezumi’s warmth and presence, along with the pitter patter of rain and puppy feet.

It had been a nice experience, while it lasted, and seemed to bring back the rest of Shion from whatever sulk he had fallen into during the actor’s short absence. However, with that came his usual behavior. The fact that Nezumi often walked at too ‘lazy’ of a pace for Shion at times, causing there to be tugging. Although, with their arrangement, tugging wasn’t really an option.

A few times, and a couple warnings, got the albino back on track again. He sort of became like his sulky self, except it was obvious this time that he was merely content and - dare one say - relaxed.

Yes, Shion… Relaxed.

Thus was the power of the dark-haired beauty that had signed his life away to be this hyperactive creature’s boyfriend.

This time around, the silence was much different than before and his hold on that arm was less clingy (in one sense of the word) and much more loving - adoring - instead. Although any mood that could have come from such a situation was most definitely ruined the moment he chose to open his mouth, with that cheerful expression plastered on his face. “I bet we look ridiculous.” 

Nezumi had difficulty keeping track of both dog and boyfriend for a moment, until his strong voice broke through the sound of rain. “Both of you,heel!”

Now, that made his boyfriend jump slightly, and the dog finally listened. He would only tell Shion to heel if it was necessary, and at that moment he felt his scarf slide off from him, and did not have any plans of becoming soaked up a second time. He shifted it back to cover himself more properly, while making sure Shion still had his part around him. The dog could manage without a scarf. Besides, he would soon play, as the field he usually let the puppy loose in, came into view, despite the rain making it harder to see further ahead.

Shion was right though, they must look ridiculous as the image of what he created with the two of them, flashed before him. For once, he didn’t care. Shion seemed happier, and that’s what mattered at this moment.

Nezumi dug up Mercutio’s favorite toy, a tennis ball and handed it to Shion. “You get the first throw. Try to not throw like a girl,” he smirked and teased.

(Source: poetic-survivor)

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It wasn’t that he didn’t care for the puppy’s needs, but rather that he had promised himself to play with the little fuzzball indoors instead…after he felt a bit better. However, Nezumi was persistent and he almost wondered if said male was upset with him for trying to force the failed excuse of a meal.

At least, until the offer of a shared scarf and time together when they return.

Shion had just gotten lost in thought on how he’d let his cozy evening plans be ruined by something foolish - the thought brought on by Nezumi’s attempts to make it right again. It really had been silly…, he could have at least offered his boyfriend some of the leftover meat that had been fried up for Mercutio. Then again, even if said puppy appreciated it, that didn’t mean it had tasted good either. Either way, it had been a bit foolish on his end as well. This was the realization he came up with before the bluenette snapped him back again.

“Ah! I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m not exactly dressed for the outdoors…, hold on.” He shifted past the taller figure and soon retrieved his jacket from the hanger. It was no longer that one he wore around constantly before, which he had mourned when it was first replaced, but the style was near-identical at least and it kept him just as warm.

It was once boots were slid into, that the albino male found himself cuddled up against Nezumi - sighing in contentment as if they had been apart for ages. “Ready. Let’s get the scarf on - you want to keep Mercutio’s leash, right?” 

The puppy was almost like in school when Nezumi was around. Shion was the nice, more lenient ‘parent’, while Nezumi attempted to drill in rules so the child, in this case the dog, would behave. Of course he always rewarded the puppy afterwards, and it was obvious he planned on doing it again, as he grabbed Mercutio’s favorite toy, before he leashed the puppy, and wrapped the scarf around him and Shion.

“Ready?” he spoke to the two of them, pulling Shion closer to him, by wrapping his free arm around the more slender waist. He made sure it was possessive to match himself, but it was his way of hugging Shion to his body and asking for forgiveness. He opened the door, before he allowed Mercutio to go outside, and made sure the dog wouldn’t tug on the leash, teaching him to heel.

Although, at some point it felt like he was teaching Shion to heel too, since they both had a habit of tugging him places. Like master, like dog?

(Source: poetic-survivor)

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mouse-whisperer:

It took him some mental effort to not simply jump up and join Mercutio in welcoming Nezumi home. He was still upset, but even when upset he couldn’t stand being away from the bluenette. He’d rather at least have the other male nearby - even if it’s in one room over - and having a good view of the fact he had indeed upset the albino. As indirect as that could be, from someone who liked to speak his mind, it was sometimes necessary.

However, he was choosing to stay put this time. Away. At least…until there was mention of a walk. Then he had to get up and hurry his way to the hall, so he could voice his concerns.

“In this rain?” he wondered, as soon as familiar strands of midnight were in view. “You’ll just increase your chances of letting in a disease, and we’ll be left with a wet puppy. Why don’t you stay? I’ll…make your share of hot cocoa, now.” Shion gazed down into his mug, which was mostly empty by that point.

“Sorry, I went ahead and had it without you. Well, you probably want coffee anyway. So, how about I brew some of that, instead? …I’ll get you a towel.”

He waited until Nezumi responded first, making sure the man would agree with his idea before assuming and taking off - while mentally facepalming at how welcoming he had come off as…again. Always.

That airhead just couldn’t bring himself to lash out at Nezumi of all people - not over this. 

Nezumi glanced down at Shion, and while he could see the pain in his eyes, there was still one issue. The puppy had to go out, rain or not. It was an agreement the two made, and Mercutio needed exercising, or he’d tear their home down if he didn’t have an outlet for all of his energy. Nezumi knew it, and he was sure Shion knew it as well, but refused to put the dog before his emotional needs at the moment.

“Come with. The scarf is big enough to fit you under it too, and we could walk to the field, where Mercutio can run free and we head home again. Maybe there is something on tonight we could watch…,” he offered, and it was obvious now that Nezumi was really feeling bad for walking out on his boyfriend earlier. What was more typical, was how he refused to openly admit it.

“Last chance. Mercutio is going out. Last time he was loose in the neighborhood, he attacked everyone with his love. While people don’t mind a happy dog, I would rather keep him safe until he learns to not leave here. So, he’s leached.”

(Source: poetic-survivor)

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mouse-whisperer:

Shion figured where his boyfriend was headed off to. It was obvious after he had complained on the food…, but the chef of the evening didn’t bother to stop him.

“It’s so bad that even milk can’t save it,” he murmured, both to himself and Mercutio.

At least someone was appreciating his meal.

“When I get new pans, he’ll enjoy it…, right? That’s all it is. Besides, he’s been in a cranky mood all day. I shouldn’t get upset…—” he suddenly cut himself off with a pause. “Mercutio?” Shion spoke out loud again, as if he really were saying things for their puppy to hear. “I’m upset, after all. How about you share the hot cocoa with me?”

The room filled with the puppy’s barks, along with silence as the albino finished off his own plate and some extra mushrooms. It wasn’t until he finished that he leaned back in the seat and sighed. “I know. Chocolate is bad for you. Nezumi reminded me before, remember? It’s okay, I was joking. I’ll just enjoy it myself…”

“I hope the rain falls when he leaves to come home,” he soon muttered to himself in a sulky tone, his face looking quite pouty and upset as he cleaned up the table and set away leftovers.

Well, at least he wouldn’t mess up the hot chocolate. He didn’t dare attempt making it from home just yet. Nope, it was powder in a mug with some heated milk added and marshmallows added on top for good measure. Then, with that mug and a spoon, he did just as planned - settled in on the large window sill and watched the rain that had finally begun to pitter patter against the plexiglass, as the mug was carefully held in sleeve-covered hands.

At least he wasn’t alone there, either, as Mercutio had seemed to finish his meal and hop up to join Shion by claiming a lonely-seeming lap. 

It was only dinner. Nezumi knew he had done wrong by leaving. He actually swallowed his own pride and began - on the way home - to muster up an apology. He didn’t even bother to cover himself up as he walked the short distance back home. Karan promised to arrive in the morning with breakfast for the couple, or at least ingredients to breakfast and some bread.

He was sure his walk home would make him catch a cold in a few days, and perhaps Shion would gloat in that while he sneezed and coughed.

He came back indoors, the dog barking… He had to made that dog stop barking when someone knocked or entered the door. And the jumping and the.. “No biting! I told you I’d bite you back if you bite me,” he threatened and grabbed his scarf, wrapped it around his head and shoulders. “Shion, I’m taking Mercutio out for a walk. You can come if you want, I wanted to…,” his voice lowered down from his shouting to a murmur, “… Apologize.”

His pride wouldn’t get in the way this time. He would apologize, because he knew how much the dinners mattered to him nowadays. Back in their own humble abode as teenagers, he knew Shion didn’t care as much about the dinners, but now was different. They were together in a different way this time. He even waited until Shion either voiced up he didn’t want to come with, or joined them in the hall.

(Source: poetic-survivor)

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“I know; why do you think I said it?” Shion calmly pointed out, although his pout was beginning to form into an amused expression instead.

The slice he had dropped on Nezumi’s pasta was taken and eaten, while the plate of them was set back on the table. He paused before returning the milk though, but even if he hadn’t promised his boyfriend, he had promised himself. So, the milk was also handed over.

“I wonder how it tastes like charcoal though…, I didn’t think I burnt it. There’s no brown or dark spots, and it wasn’t stuck to the pan. I didn’t even taste anything like that! …Maybe I’ve burnt too many things in that pan, and it took on the taste?” Yep, it then became the pan’s fault. How would he solve that? Obviously…

“We should buy new pans with the next paycheck.”

Problem solved - now they could eat. Or try to, in Nezumi’s case, since Shion obviously wasn’t offering an alternative. 

He was acting like such a baby right now, but there was just so much a man could tolerate, and mushrooms didn’t fit the list. Plus it seemed like he was left to stay hungry now and he rather stay hungry than eating charcoal pasta.

What did he do about it? He left the kitchen, left the house and walked across the street to Karan’s house. Yep, because there was food there too and she did not burn it. She did however giggle that Nezumi went to her house of all places.

(Source: poetic-survivor)

Fluffy hot cocoa cuddles [continuation from skype]

mouse-whisperer:

Well, there go the cheeks again. How will that bluenette get a pouty boyfriend to forget what he was upset about, this time?

Shion’s cheeks have done that small puff again, as he sees right through his boyfriend’s lie. It was in the vocal pattern, not to mention the sudden need for a drink after one bite. It was far from dry, after all.

“Nezumi. I can’t improve if you decide to lie to me. Tell the truth and explain where I went wrong, or all of the mushrooms are going on your pasta,” Shion threatens, as if it were the worst thing imaginable.

Then again, even to a person who loved mushrooms, having /that/ many all in one plate would probably drive them to hate.

At least the albino male proved he wasn’t completely unreasonable. He did rise to get the milk and pour a glass…, but he held it ransom until he was positive the truth left those lips. 

Pout and puffy cheeks, then came the threat that had even Nezumi jumping and backing away from the table with the chair. Mushrooms where the incarnation of death itself. He did not want to eat that. He didn’t want to eatonemushroom, so why would he want to eat that many?!

Plus his milk was now taken hostage!

Should he say the blunt truth or should he come up with a simple white lie? He should go for the truth, Shion deserved it, plus it’s like he said. He could improve!

“It tasted like charcoal. I don’t know how you can think thattastes okay, because it doesn’t. Remove the mushroom, and let go of the milk. The milk did nothing in this and frankly, I rather die than eat mushrooms!”

(Source: poetic-survivor)

Fluffy hot cocoa cuddles [continuation from skype]

mouse-whisperer:

In the end, nothing had burned. The pasta was as perfect in taste and firmness as the last time, he recalled. It would simply be a matter of if the sauce met Nezumi’s tastes. He didn’t think it turned out bad, himself. It had room for improvement, but so did most of the things he made. There would be only one way to find out!

Some mushrooms were fried up last minute and kept separate like the sauce, as he brought it all to the table and served the empty plates with pasta. The next step was of course to hurry back to Nezumi and energetically announce his name to get him up.

…A lot of good that did, with the music still in his boyfriend’s ears.

Next came a gentle shake, and finally an ear bud being removed again. “Nezumi! Dinner is ready! It’ll get cold if you don’t hurry!” he enthusiastically announced, once he finally saw signs of stirring into consciousness.

It was definitely obvious by this point that Shion had forgotten everything, or at least let irritation roll off much like usual, as he dared to tug the taller male when said man didn’t move fast enough with every ounce of cheerful energy and nothing showing that he’d be doing it to irritate the bluenette on purpose.

“…Ne-zu-mi. I’ll eat it all, then!” with that, he heads back toward the kitchen with puppy in tow.

As if he’d actually be able to fit all of that in his stomach, even if he got Mercutio’s help. Which he did not - and was instead feeding the fluff something that had been fried up just for him, while waiting for his other half to join him. 

“Mmmngh… I’m up,” although he swatted Shion away not once, but twice. He didn’t even bother to get up until Shion left and puppy left with him, or more like starting off with claws on his legs and jumping down from the couch and running after. Yep, Nezumi was up after that, as a not so pleased groaned echoed in their living room, followed by him more or less dragging his feet behind with slippers on, so it was noticed when he approached their kitchen.

Power naps were evil, especially with cheerful specimen in the house. He swore, even the mice were conspiring against him, looking all happy while eating their breadcrumbs. The puppy was… “Shion are you giving Mercutio human food? I told you he’s going to grow fat. I’m the one that takes him out while I exercise myself, you take him out to tinkle…,” it almost sounded like he cared… he did care, but he didn’t want Shion to know he cared! Let alone let him know he enjoyed taking the dog out while he exercised. Mercutio had the energy Shion didn’t after all.

He shut himself up and helped himself with the sauce, praying to any god he might believe in, that his airheaded boyfriend didn’t mess this one up. Pasta was okay, but if he poured the sauce over his pasta and the sauce turned out to be bad, then the pasta was bad too, and he didn’t have enough money to eat out… Here goes nothing…

“Mmmm…. mmm—-” no it was not as good as he made it sound. It tasted burnt charcoal. How the hell did the color sustain if it tasted that way!?

“It’s good. Is there any milk around?”

(Source: poetic-survivor)

Fluffy hot cocoa cuddles [continuation from skype]

mouse-whisperer:

Nezumi timed his comments well, as the smaller of the duo was completely engrossed in measuring out servings of pasta - something he recently deemed ‘mastered’ when the bluenette told him ‘it’s edible’. Even the small bark of agreement that Mercutio let out didn’t phase him, as it wouldn’t have been the first time Nezumi complained about being used as a bed or something of the sort only to get such a response from their puppy. Yes, he figured that cranky version of his boyfriend was probably telling the poor pup to move over or something of the sort, but it wasn’t something he had to deal with - after all, it wasn’t like the man was abusive.

Shion remained focused on his task to be sure the dish would be ‘edible’ again, this time around, despite that he was still pouty and feeling a bit irritated with the other male’s behavior. That wouldn’t affect his wish to make a meal Nezumi would like - it was practically the whole reason he even decided to learn cooking! That and his love and desire for learning new things.

There were still quite a few things he had missed out on back in the old No. 6, and it made almost every day full of discoveries. At times, if he were to admit it, Shion felt bad about not knowing something and speaking on the topic cluelessly - especially if Nezumi made sure he was embarrassed, or worse…got upset over it. Other than that, however, it just made life more interesting and perfect for someone as curious and thirsty for knowledge as him.

Which was why he had mastered his ‘third’ dish already - although the sauce was another matter completely. They took turns, but Shion always wanted to be ready for his. The problem was, despite that he was quick with learning, applying the knowledge in activities such as cooking proved a bit difficult.

Today’s task was a ‘simple’ alfredo sauce, which he seemed to be (as usual) going at like it were a science class experiment. Something he would be graded on and needed pure perfection. This was why his face went from puffy and pouty, to pure concentration as he measured out items to complete perfection to the recipe. Yes, this was the easy part…and he could only hope when it was all cooked together it turned out just as perfect.

Although that wasn’t often the case.

The positive side was that he had made this sauce once before at least - and failed - so there was some practice beneath his belt. Well, if nothing else, it had at least become enough to distract him from—

What had he been upset over, again? 

After he spoke to the puppy, Nezumi craned his neck again to make sure Shion remained in the kitchen. Calling his boyfriend adorable - so said boyfriend heard - wasn’t his top priority on his list of things. If Shion heard… Nezumi wasn’t in trouble, but he would never hear the end of it.

Nezumi figured Shion would be back, happier than ever if he was given time to forget what he was doing. A few more minutes and and he had a feeling Shion would be happier than ever. Little did he know how right he was on the matter, and he wasn’t even sure what Shion was doing in the kitchen, save of attempting a successful dish, that is.

He kicked his slippers off from his feet and turned as best as he could on the couch, music lowering to fit his power nap time, with the puppy taking a new spot in claiming one of his lower cheeks as a comfortable pillow. Nezumi could hear Shion faintly working in the kitchen, but most of the music blocked him out, still.

Now, he could finally claim the nap he really wanted, still with no clue that he promised Shion hot cocoa later and more cuddles.

(Source: poetic-survivor)

Fluffy hot cocoa cuddles [continuation from skype]

mouse-whisperer:

poetic-survivor:

His music was removed, or half of it.

The world was suddenly real again as Shion took one of the buds resting in his ear, and they were now sharing his music. Nezumi had no clue at all what his airhead of a boyfriend was actually planning, and if he knew, he’d probably ask for a cup of warm coffee instead, because that’s who he was. He favored other flavors over sweet.

He also knew Shion would most definitely make him drink it. Shion and his big sanguine pools that could glitter in a special way when the owner wanted something. His lower lip would jut out slightly, and his voice would become adorably cute. Nezumi would refuse to admit to thinking it was cute, but Shion knew. Heknew.

Nezumi had his weakness, and that weakness was leaning on his shoulder, humming to his music. It began to grow annoying again, so he flicked him over his nose gently, while Mercutio had fallen asleep with his nose buried against his free hand.

Silly dog,Nezumi thought as he glanced down to see what the wetness came from, while Shion furiously rubbed at his nose and puffed his cheek.

Cute…,Nezumi thought as he glanced to the side to catch a glimpse of that puffed cheek. He even reached out with the hand that flicked the nose, to poke at a cheek until air blew out and made embarrassing toot sounds.

He hadn’t even been aware of the sounds escaping him - not until that flick to Shion’s nose brought his attention back just in time to catch the last vibration of his own voice, before it became a near-whine of Nezumi’s name. A sound that had been meant to be a warning tone, as if he’d actually do something if the bluenette kept ‘attacking’ him, but came out all wrong.

Of course the pale-haired male had any complaint ignored. Actually, it seemed the culprit’s attention was on their family pet rather than the one he had punished. To make matters worse? When Nezumi did pay him attention, it was to unpuff cheeks he hadn’t even known were puffed to begin with - not until the air escaped him accompanied by an odd sound.

Which, by the way, simply had him doing it again in his dissatisfaction.

“Nezumi…,” it was closer to the warning he desired, this time, as he repeated the name.

Shion was soon removing the miniature speaker from his ear and returning it to it’s own— …No. Not it’s owner. Those were his ear buds, but the albino wasn’t so mean as to reclaim them during his little huff. No, it was returned to Nezumi again and he rolled backward - catching himself with feet on the floor and a hand on the edge of their couch to help push him into standing, leaving his teasing lover to have the full couch all to himself again.

“I’m going to start on dinner, so you should use both of those in case I hum too loud,” he pointed out, before heading off to the kitchen where an apron was near-instantly pulled on over his clothes along with one of the hair rags his mother had told them to keep.

The bud was brought back into his ears, with the couch claimed and he was apparently claimed by their dog in turn. That worked as long as Mercutio was a puppy though, as he wasn’t as heavy as Nezumi expected him to be in just a few months. Especially since Shion had a habit of spoiling him just like their mice. He would not allow that to happen, nope.

It wasn’t just Shion that whipped him in that house. That puppy on his chest did it as well, thinking Nezumi was the best owner in the entire world. Funny how they always go for the one that least wants it. “At least you’re not one of Inukashi’s dogs…,” he muttered and ruffled the puppy’s fur on the head. Meanwhile, his neck craned to make sure Shion was busy as ever in the kitchen, just as he spoke some more, “He’s adorable, isn’t he? Yea, he is… Especially with his cheeks puffed like that. Our little secret, right?”

Fluffy hot cocoa cuddles [continuation from skype]

His music was removed, or half of it.

The world was suddenly real again as Shion took one of the buds resting in his ear, and they were now sharing his music. Nezumi had no clue at all what his airhead of a boyfriend was actually planning, and if he knew, he’d probably ask for a cup of warm coffee instead, because that’s who he was. He favored other flavors over sweet.

He also knew Shion would most definitely make him drink it. Shion and his big sanguine pools that could glitter in a special way when the owner wanted something. His lower lip would jut out slightly, and his voice would become adorably cute. Nezumi would refuse to admit to thinking it was cute, but Shion knew. Heknew.

Nezumi had his weakness, and that weakness was leaning on his shoulder, humming to his music. It began to grow annoying again, so he flicked him over his nose gently, while Mercutio had fallen asleep with his nose buried against his free hand.

Silly dog,Nezumi thought as he glanced down to see what the wetness came from, while Shion furiously rubbed at his nose and puffed his cheek.

Cute…,Nezumi thought as he glanced to the side to catch a glimpse of that puffed cheek. He even reached out with the hand that flicked the nose, to poke at a cheek until air blew out and made embarrassing toot sounds.