[It's sentimental and maybe a touch embarrassing, but hearing Sakusa refer to this place as his home pulls at Wakatoshi's heartstrings and he can't help the soft smile that cracks his lips because of it.
He accepts the gift basket wholeheartedly, and the smile widens.]
I appreciate it. I saw some videos online where people stripped their laundry with some of these ingredients and I've been meaning to try it for myself. So, thank you, Kiyoomi.
[Wakatoshi accepts the kiss just as well as he accepted the basket, even presses in a bit further because, yes, he's very thankful and he's happy and excited to have Sakusa in his home. He'd always imagined what it would be like and now that it's happening, and Sakusa's here and blushing and apparently satisfied with the state of things, he can't drop the dopey grin from his face.]
If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.
[--murmured, just as Sakusa sidles up to him and he tenses with anticipation, waiting for his boyfriend to make the next move. Sakusa is particular about things -- or everything, it seems like -- and Wakatoshi doesn't want to disturb this routine. It's his first time here, so it has to go accordingly. He understands.]
Of course. I did not want your first time in my home to be a negative experience. You don't get a second chance to make a first impression, my mother always said.
[He smooths down his apron, curious at first, but it slowly turns him a bit smug. It's a simple and solid-color unisex apron that his mother had packed for him when he moved out of the house. It serves its purpose well, apparently.
He follows Sakusa into the small but efficient kitchen. Everything is cleaned and stored away, save for the retro Flower-brand food processor that's neatly stowed against the wall by the toaster oven. He makes too many protein shakes to justify putting it into a cabinet.
Anyway, he gestures to the refrigerator -- also clean and neatly organized.]
The ingredients are in there, if you could take them out? I'm going to wash my hands and then wash the rice to prepare it for the cooker.
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He accepts the gift basket wholeheartedly, and the smile widens.]
I appreciate it. I saw some videos online where people stripped their laundry with some of these ingredients and I've been meaning to try it for myself. So, thank you, Kiyoomi.
[Wakatoshi accepts the kiss just as well as he accepted the basket, even presses in a bit further because, yes, he's very thankful and he's happy and excited to have Sakusa in his home. He'd always imagined what it would be like and now that it's happening, and Sakusa's here and blushing and apparently satisfied with the state of things, he can't drop the dopey grin from his face.]
If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.
[--murmured, just as Sakusa sidles up to him and he tenses with anticipation, waiting for his boyfriend to make the next move. Sakusa is particular about things -- or everything, it seems like -- and Wakatoshi doesn't want to disturb this routine. It's his first time here, so it has to go accordingly. He understands.]
Of course. I did not want your first time in my home to be a negative experience. You don't get a second chance to make a first impression, my mother always said.
[He smooths down his apron, curious at first, but it slowly turns him a bit smug. It's a simple and solid-color unisex apron that his mother had packed for him when he moved out of the house. It serves its purpose well, apparently.
He follows Sakusa into the small but efficient kitchen. Everything is cleaned and stored away, save for the retro Flower-brand food processor that's neatly stowed against the wall by the toaster oven. He makes too many protein shakes to justify putting it into a cabinet.
Anyway, he gestures to the refrigerator -- also clean and neatly organized.]
The ingredients are in there, if you could take them out? I'm going to wash my hands and then wash the rice to prepare it for the cooker.