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"This is Chuuya. Leave a message if you want-- just come find me, if you don't."

chuuya nakahara
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[crudest]

[ . . . mm, that's enough. Baren seems to watch Chuuya for a moment longer, extending a beat - and then there it is.

The metallic click of the lock slotting into place against the metal of the bridge, keeping the secret between them.

Maybe it's not what this bridge was meant for. Maybe it was meant for some things that were more wide-eyed and idealistic - but as much as Baren likes those things in concept, in theory, he knows that they're just a little bit too sincere for him. As he is now, he'd never be able to make a promise like that.

This is fine though.]

You've been putting me in uncomfortable positions for the past few years - what's one more?

[An easy, flirtatious remark that doesn't carry much with it. Probably.

But he'll stuff his hands in his pockets and move to walk off the bridge.]

C'mon, it's gonna rain and my hair can't survive that.

[doublesmall]

Tch, you say that like you haven't done the same thing.

[he says it just as easily, trailing after baren-- though his steps are a little slower, and if baren glances back to see why he's not quite keeping up yet he'll find that chuuya's paused just long enough to reach out and touch that lock. his fingers graze the metal, idly tracing the words on it, before he hastens his steps to keep baren's pace.]

You know, some days I think if we left you out in the rain you'd just melt, the way you act about it sometimes. Maybe I ought to lock you out instead of sharing a room, find out what happens.

[crudest]

Then I'll find another room for the night and only one of us wins.

[HE'S JUST GOING TO SAY IT - as much as he likes Chuuya, there's not like there's any promise to be exclusive. It's already precarious enough that people know they get along, Baren knows perfectly well that for the both of them it's better if they don't take whatever it is that they're doing any more seriously than they already are.]

Are you saying you enjoy being damp? I'm gonna wake up one morning and you're gonna be 75% frizz.

[he'll reach out to tug at the ends of chuuya's hair at that]

[doublesmall]

I'd find a way to leave you out there.

[he knows there's no promise, though at the same time he dislikes being reminded of it. it's just something he's casually aware of while he studiously ignores the fact that baren might also be sharing rooms with anyone else he wants to. it's fine! he is completely fine with this.

god he's going to want to stab jiang cheng once he hears the most recent stupid rumor.

chuuya makes a face as his hair's tugged at, though, adjusting his hat.]

Are you implying I don't take care of it? I have an image, you know, I have to look decent... I'm not going to show up to meetings looking like a small animal nested on my damn head.

[crudest]

[i can't believe jiang cheng is paying for baren being a slut

anyway,]

I'm saying weather hates good hair! And your hair is like - okay. Ish. So it'll make your hair even worse if you just go out in the rain carelessly.

[he says this but baren has also stayed out in the rain for missions before, he's just acting up now]

Anyway, what do you want from me in exchange for what I got tonight?

[doublesmall]

Just okay, huh...

[chuuya HUFFS, because he knows he has good hair, thank you very fucking much. the style is just a little unfortunate.

he's quiet for several moments, though, contemplating that question.]

I know we're both probably fucking tired, but- let's get a room. That place that's easy to sneak out of, with the big bathtubs.

[crudest]

[baren is just going to pause at that momentarily - before he just breathes out a noise that's a close relative to a laugh, and ducks so that he can press a kiss to the corner of chuuya's mouth]

Yeah, I know the one.

Maybe we can do something about your subpar hair.

[IT KEEPS GETTING DOWNGRADED]

[doublesmall]

Subpar?

[Chuuya rolls his eyes, nudging Baren with his elbow. No return kisses!!]

If it's so terrible, I might as well just cut it all short again.

[He did this once when he was younger and it did Not look good.]

[crudest]

[a beat]

How short are we talking?

[even as baren opens the door to the inn - it's discreet enough that they at least won't be the talk of the town. once baren gets the keys to a room, not even missing a beat, he'll glance back over to chuuya]

You could always just let me do your hair. I bet I could fix it up waaaaay better.