[Sakusa might not care for the flowers, but he glares at the suggestion of throwing them out, shielding the petals as thought expecting an attempt on their life. Liked or not, these are a precious gift from his boyfriend. Even if they haven't used that particular term yet.]
They're mine now. If I didn't want them, then they'd be in the trash already.
[Above all else, Sakusa appreciates effort. A large bouquet, an exclusive restaurant, no price pulled.... He's feeling quite spoiled now. It's not a far cry from reaping a harvest that was lovingly sowed.]
Huh? Of course not. Why would we go anywhere else? This place is perfect.
[Saying it's perfect when he complained about it just a second ago? Yeah, it's a regular occurrence. In any case, Sakusa has a checklist for when he eats out, and this restaurant ticks all the boxes. He unmasks in demonstration, neatly folding it and placing it inside a pocket. He could blame the ambient music that's floating behind them or the intimate candlelight, but really it's just pure desire that drives him reaching a hand across the table and resting it over Ushijima's.]
I like being here with you. I like that you dressed up, and I even like your obnoxious flowers. It must have been embarrassing standing around waiting with them, but you still did it for me. [Glancing at the bouquet that was given its own seat to accommodate its girth, a slight smile thins out his grimace. It's replaced by something fond and soft, the same look reserved only for Ushijima.] You brought me flowers the first time too, so it's starting to feel like a tradition... Of all things, flowers... [But then, a warning tone and squeeze:] Not so big next time.
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They're mine now. If I didn't want them, then they'd be in the trash already.
[Above all else, Sakusa appreciates effort. A large bouquet, an exclusive restaurant, no price pulled.... He's feeling quite spoiled now. It's not a far cry from reaping a harvest that was lovingly sowed.]
Huh? Of course not. Why would we go anywhere else? This place is perfect.
[Saying it's perfect when he complained about it just a second ago? Yeah, it's a regular occurrence. In any case, Sakusa has a checklist for when he eats out, and this restaurant ticks all the boxes. He unmasks in demonstration, neatly folding it and placing it inside a pocket. He could blame the ambient music that's floating behind them or the intimate candlelight, but really it's just pure desire that drives him reaching a hand across the table and resting it over Ushijima's.]
I like being here with you. I like that you dressed up, and I even like your obnoxious flowers. It must have been embarrassing standing around waiting with them, but you still did it for me. [Glancing at the bouquet that was given its own seat to accommodate its girth, a slight smile thins out his grimace. It's replaced by something fond and soft, the same look reserved only for Ushijima.] You brought me flowers the first time too, so it's starting to feel like a tradition... Of all things, flowers... [But then, a warning tone and squeeze:] Not so big next time.