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[musubi]

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[musubi]

Thanks, dad.

[He smirks, but he may be a little touched.]

[ledbythewind]

Not "mom"?

[He'll tease right back, in part to cover up the fact that his own cheeks may have a slight pink tinge to them now.]

[musubi]

Well, if you're going to insist on that...

[ledbythewind]

[Still smiling, Richard is just going to reach out and shove Isamu over into the pile of pillows.

Because these two are incapable of being mature around each other for very long, it seems.]

[musubi]

[Ack! Richard is lucky Isamu's glass isn't full, as he would have just received a good splashing of its contents from that if it had been.]

Wow, attacking the invalid. You're terrible.

[ledbythewind]

I thought you just said you were feeling better. Was that a mistake?

[musubi]

"Feeling better" does not equal "please toss me around".

[ledbythewind]

It's hardly "tossing around" if you never actually left the ground.

[Okay, it's semantics, but the point stands.]

[musubi]

It's whatever I say it is. And it was almost a mess, thanks.

[He holds up his glass, then finishes the rest of its measly contents before setting it on the nightstand.]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard has already drained his and may be going for another, still grinning. Or at least half of another.]

Which is why you should have finished that glass sooner.

[musubi]

How about no. That logic is lame.

[ledbythewind]

It wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little, you know. You could do with more fun in your life.

[Says the slightly-tipsy king in pajamas, who clearly knows a great deal about good life choices. At least he seems to be in a better mood now?]

[musubi]

Me? Loosen up??

What the hell, I'm not uptight! I am free-fucking-spirited.

[ledbythewind]

When was the last time you truly enjoyed yourself, or did something just for the sake of having fun?

[musubi]

I... couldn't give you an exact time? But I blame this place.

And I know I have.

[ledbythewind]

All right, then: what do you like to do for fun? And saying "avoiding work" doesn't count. It has to be something that doesn't involve being lazy.

[musubi]

...How does being lazy not constitute as fun?

[ledbythewind]

Because it's boring, of course. I'm talking about things you like to do, like building forts or climbing trees. Or maybe even reading books in a fort or a tree.

[... he likes to do all of those.]

[musubi]

...Do I look like I'm ten?

[SORRY, RICHARD.]

[ledbythewind]

[Ouch. That hurts a little, and Richard visibly deflates, looking chastised.]

No, that isn't what I meant. I just...

[Maybe he is childish for liking those things after all.]

[musubi]

[Dammit.]

I'm just joking around, man... Everyone's allowed to like whatever they want. Even you.

[ledbythewind]

[He doesn't look very cheered up by that, though, instead just drawing his knees up to his chest.]

I know. I'm being irrational again. I just don't know how to stop it.

[He pauses, hesitating, then takes a deep breath. In a way, the alcohol might be a good thing, as it lowers his inhibitions somewhat.]

I worry that you'll eventually get annoyed with me over something like that-- get tired of the fact that I'm not like most other people. I don't want to drag you down. You deserve much better than that.

[musubi]

[Isamu just snorts at that.]

Richard, if I wanted to hang out with someone "normal" I have a whole fucking city to choose from.

But clearly I'm not with them. I'm perfectly happy with you as a friend. Normal is overrated.

[ledbythewind]

[He should be happy to hear that. He knows he should-- wouldn't anyone?

But that lurking fear at the back of his mind just won't go away, and he isn't sure how to respond to that without either lying or risking making Isamu angry.]

[musubi]

[Sigh.]

...You idiot.

You're all I have.