But Emi could be allowed his enthused curiosity. It was a good foundation to build off of, when so much of this decision had been based on the potential benefits it could bring to his ghost. Tangible gains, he reminded himself, before he could start to second guess this whole venture.
It was already bearing some fruit, at least, seeing how happy Emi looked in his adoration. Of the possible results, this was easily the most achievable, but the demi-human allowed himself to feel at least a little pleased.
With a business-like nod, Eiji met eyes with his... ugh, 'boyfriend' felt like such a juvenile term. Partner at least felt a little more comfortable as a title, but it implied a commitment that he wasn't sure was there yet. This was just an experiment, he told himself. For now.]
[Clear as they could be in the kind of relationship they had. Emi honestly couldn't say he knew how much would change (which in hindsight made all those relationship questions make a bit of sense), but he supposed that was part of what made this seem like a comfortable step to take.
He felt lighter though, lifted up with a giddiness he hadn't been anticipating. Meeting Eiji's eyes, Emi's lifted with that happiness and he turned his hands so they could touch palm to palm.]
Let's see where this takes us.
[His warm fuzzies were interrupted by the distant sound of an uproarious cheer from the other side of the restaurant. Ah, right. He was at work and was... technically supposed to still be working. How long had he been on break? Emi clicked his tongue, but he couldn't drop the smile Eiji had put on his face.]
I should get back to work before I gotta take onion room shifts too.
[This seemed reasonable. Eiji nodded again, and slid his fingers out from between Emi's. Palms down on the table, he pushed himself out of his chair to stand.]
All right. I'm going to make dinner.
[Which was... incredibly domestic already, it occurred to him. Something that a housewife would do. But that didn't change the fact that it was still practical, he told himself. Whatever needed doing, right?
He'd let Emi deal with whatever ruckus was going on elsewhere. For now, the demi-human simply got his things and prepared to leave.]
Yeah. [It came out soft, humbled.] I won't be too long.
[Emi got up from the table, knowing that there were probably orders of rounds approaching from the victorious crowd the moment he stepped back behind the bar. There were things to do! Happy patrons to get drunk.
But he wanted this moment to last just a little longer and soak up every last drop of its warm glow. He paused by Eiji's side while he was still in his seat, leaning his palm on the table and swiftly swooping in.
Farewell kisses got to be the new norm, didn't they? He sure hoped so, cuz he was pressing one tenderly against Eiji's cheek. He was still smiling as he pulled back.]
I'll see you at home.
[Emi gave the table top a light pat, bouncing back on his heels to practically skip his way back to work.]
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But Emi could be allowed his enthused curiosity. It was a good foundation to build off of, when so much of this decision had been based on the potential benefits it could bring to his ghost. Tangible gains, he reminded himself, before he could start to second guess this whole venture.
It was already bearing some fruit, at least, seeing how happy Emi looked in his adoration. Of the possible results, this was easily the most achievable, but the demi-human allowed himself to feel at least a little pleased.
With a business-like nod, Eiji met eyes with his... ugh, 'boyfriend' felt like such a juvenile term. Partner at least felt a little more comfortable as a title, but it implied a commitment that he wasn't sure was there yet. This was just an experiment, he told himself. For now.]
Then, we're clear in our roles.
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[Clear as they could be in the kind of relationship they had. Emi honestly couldn't say he knew how much would change (which in hindsight made all those relationship questions make a bit of sense), but he supposed that was part of what made this seem like a comfortable step to take.
He felt lighter though, lifted up with a giddiness he hadn't been anticipating. Meeting Eiji's eyes, Emi's lifted with that happiness and he turned his hands so they could touch palm to palm.]
Let's see where this takes us.
[His warm fuzzies were interrupted by the distant sound of an uproarious cheer from the other side of the restaurant. Ah, right. He was at work and was... technically supposed to still be working. How long had he been on break? Emi clicked his tongue, but he couldn't drop the smile Eiji had put on his face.]
I should get back to work before I gotta take onion room shifts too.
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All right. I'm going to make dinner.
[Which was... incredibly domestic already, it occurred to him. Something that a housewife would do. But that didn't change the fact that it was still practical, he told himself. Whatever needed doing, right?
He'd let Emi deal with whatever ruckus was going on elsewhere. For now, the demi-human simply got his things and prepared to leave.]
I'll see you back home.
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Yeah. [It came out soft, humbled.] I won't be too long.
[Emi got up from the table, knowing that there were probably orders of rounds approaching from the victorious crowd the moment he stepped back behind the bar. There were things to do! Happy patrons to get drunk.
But he wanted this moment to last just a little longer and soak up every last drop of its warm glow. He paused by Eiji's side while he was still in his seat, leaning his palm on the table and swiftly swooping in.
Farewell kisses got to be the new norm, didn't they? He sure hoped so, cuz he was pressing one tenderly against Eiji's cheek. He was still smiling as he pulled back.]
I'll see you at home.
[Emi gave the table top a light pat, bouncing back on his heels to practically skip his way back to work.]
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