[They do have to get dressed, it's a tragic fact that he's resigned to... Even if he loves spending time with Buzen in all forms and he loves loving Buzen like a human would, the time will always come to put pants on again. HOWEVER...]
Or, you could let me keep touching you for just a little longer.
[STOP STOP GO PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON AND EAT SOME BEET SOUP.]
[HELP MATSUIIIIII buzen is just going to laugh at that. his hand will go behind the car seat toward the back to just like. blindly flail around trying to catch fabric in case it fell somewhere - but the other is still holding himself up so he can just trail kisses down matsui's neck and shoulder.]
You haven't gotten to touch me enough already? I thought that was most of what we were doing.
[NOOOOOO THEY'RE BOTH NIGHTMAAARES. Matsui tilts his head a little so Buzen has an easier time kissing as much as he wants, his hands still gently caressing along his ribs and then up across the stretch of his shoulder blades.]
I'll always want to touch you more. I enjoy feeling you.
Mm... then we can do more later. [nOOOO] But we should put something in our stomachs before we forget. Oh—found something.
[he'll press another quick kiss to matsui's mouth to wrap those up and then pull from the backseat.... matsu's undies and pants!! pLEASE PUT YOUR PANTS ON]
But he at least seems placate by the promise of FUTURE BANGS HELP it's fine maybe he'll forget about it. He'll reach out to take his undies and pants.]
Alright...
[He'll PUT THEM BACK ON but only because he loves Buzen.]
[THEY'RE... GOING AGAIN LATER.... I GUESS. but buzen will just - crawl back over the console help so that they can dress themselves again more easily. he will gather their clothes from wherever they went.... at least it's just within the. car. there's really no saving this huh
anyway once he's dressed again, since he's in the passenger's seat now - ]
[THIS IS A NIGHTMAREEE GOD. Well. After they're dressed, Matsui still leans over the console to give Buzen's cheek a lil smooch. And then point out for probably the 50th time that not everyone has the natural driving aptitude that he seemed to come into the world fully possessed of.]
[buzen will just turn his head to catch matsui's lips in a proper kiss before he pulls too far back! and then just laugh a little bit, like he forget.]
Oh yeah, maybe I should teach you? But ah, all set to go?
but buzen will also get out and just open his arm automatically to fold matsui in close to him... he gives him another kiss anyway and then heads in through the cafe. he truly is expecting this absurd amount of clinginess now.]
Haha, you just want me to drive us around everywhere? I won't complain about that either.
I would prefer it. [It's fine because Buzen likes driving and Matsui is fairly certain he wouldn't...
BUT IN THEY GO. He'll peer around the place as they enter, finding it very quaint, and then move toward the counter where the food presumably appears at the hands of the shadowy waitstaff.]
Let's do by a window. I'll take the seat in the sunnier spot.
[so that way they can both get what they want? matsui not in the direct sunlight but it's bright enough that buzen has nothing to complain about. he'll just press a kiss to matsui's hair and wait for him to order but also,]
Can I get something with meat too? It can be a little rare if you want.
[HELP. MATSUI WOULD BE THE PERSON OUT THERE EATING SUPER RARE MEAT. me]
Of course. Have whatever you'd like; we're not just here so I can eat.
[His... beet soup. His unfortunate beet soup, which he will order along with a cappuccino or something because his blood is so sluggish all the time that caffeine probably does nothing to him, but he likes the bitter taste.]
[in comparison, buzen wants something sweet so bad. imagine having a milkshake and then a heavy meat meal buzen is so stupid. but also while they wait to get their order from the shadow people, buzen will just litter kisses against matsui's cheek
[It's fine, even the shadow people can't see them, THEY'RE FREE... All of the benefits of being ghosts while still having human bodies and not actually being Dead dead.
He's just soaking up all of this attention unfortunately, leaning into Buzen's side and being very, very reluctant to party even long enough to PICK UP THEIR FUCKIN FOOD ONCE THE ORDER IS ON THE COUNTER... But he will...
And then go relocate to a table that's half in the shade so he can sit there, even if he immediately misses clinging to Buzen. Fucking help.]
[fucking help!! regardless buzen will help to bring their food over to the table, and even when they go to sit down, he'll let his ankles hook around the back of one of matsui's legs automatically. he will play footsie to keep in constant touch and affection with his beloved matsu.]
Let's dig in? I want to see how red the soup is!
[more like... he wants to watch matsui's expression when he sees how red the soup is...]
[NOT LIKE THISSS. Matsui is happy to keep in contact with Buzen unfortunately, even if it's playing footsie under the cafe table. HE'S SO FUCKING CLINGY AND BUZEN IS TOO INDULGENT.
Anyway time to unveil the super fucking red beet soup. The type at this cafe is the extremely dark kind, which is a descriptor that makes no real difference because Matsui would also be equally bizarre about the bright kind.]
Oh...! Buzen, look! Isn't this such a lovely color? Like blood from the liver...
[HELP. HE'S SMILING BUT IT'S HIS TERRIBLE WEIRD S BLOOD SMILE.]
[sips milkshake (it's strawberry, which is adjacent to red)]
... Yup! That sounds right.
[he wouldn't know any better. but he'll go to unveil his plate too, which has some pretty fucking rare steak on it. there is practically blood on the plate. this is also for matsu]
[That's why strawberry things have been his favorite of the sweets he's tried...
Buzen is so indulgent toward him though damn. He peers over at the steak with how BLOODY IT LOOKS. THIS IS TERRIBLE. WHY IS EVERYTHING HERE FOR MATSUI'S EYES TO ENJOY!!! THE SOUP, BUZEN'S MILKSHAKE, BUZEN'S STEAK, BUZEN...]
A nice, bloody cut... I'm sure it will taste wonderful.
[going back to this thread is fucking wild anyway buzen is literally just going to take a piece of this super rare steak on his fork and reach across the table to feed it to matsui then,]
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[They do have to get dressed, it's a tragic fact that he's resigned to... Even if he loves spending time with Buzen in all forms and he loves loving Buzen like a human would, the time will always come to put pants on again. HOWEVER...]
Or, you could let me keep touching you for just a little longer.
[STOP STOP GO PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON AND EAT SOME BEET SOUP.]
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You haven't gotten to touch me enough already? I thought that was most of what we were doing.
[sTOP]
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I'll always want to touch you more. I enjoy feeling you.
[GET OUT OF THE CAR GET YOUR SHIRTS AND GO.]
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Mm... then we can do more later. [nOOOO] But we should put something in our stomachs before we forget. Oh—found something.
[he'll press another quick kiss to matsui's mouth to wrap those up and then pull from the backseat.... matsu's undies and pants!! pLEASE PUT YOUR PANTS ON]
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But he at least seems placate by the promise of FUTURE BANGS HELP it's fine maybe he'll forget about it. He'll reach out to take his undies and pants.]
Alright...
[He'll PUT THEM BACK ON but only because he loves Buzen.]
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anyway once he's dressed again, since he's in the passenger's seat now - ]
Maybe you can drive us next time, Matsu.
[NOT EVERYONE CAN JUST DRIVE, BUZEN]
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I don't know how to drive, Buzen.
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Oh yeah, maybe I should teach you? But ah, all set to go?
[all CLOTHED? and NONHORNY?]
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I don't feel particularly inclined to learn... [HELP. But he nods at that, reaching over to pop the door open and free himself from their bangmobile.
He also moves quickly to the other side so he can reattach himself to Buzen immediately before they even walk through the cafe doors.]
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but buzen will also get out and just open his arm automatically to fold matsui in close to him... he gives him another kiss anyway and then heads in through the cafe. he truly is expecting this absurd amount of clinginess now.]
Haha, you just want me to drive us around everywhere? I won't complain about that either.
[matsui is what they call a passenger princess]
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I would prefer it. [It's fine because Buzen likes driving and Matsui is fairly certain he wouldn't...
BUT IN THEY GO. He'll peer around the place as they enter, finding it very quaint, and then move toward the counter where the food presumably appears at the hands of the shadowy waitstaff.]
Do you want to sit near the window, or outside?
[The sun...]
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[so that way they can both get what they want? matsui not in the direct sunlight but it's bright enough that buzen has nothing to complain about. he'll just press a kiss to matsui's hair and wait for him to order but also,]
Can I get something with meat too? It can be a little rare if you want.
[so it's... bloodier..... help]
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Of course. Have whatever you'd like; we're not just here so I can eat.
[His... beet soup. His unfortunate beet soup, which he will order along with a cappuccino or something because his blood is so sluggish all the time that caffeine probably does nothing to him, but he likes the bitter taste.]
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[in comparison, buzen wants something sweet so bad. imagine having a milkshake and then a heavy meat meal buzen is so stupid. but also while they wait to get their order from the shadow people, buzen will just litter kisses against matsui's cheek
mwah mwah mwah
truly absurd date pda behavior]
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He's just soaking up all of this attention unfortunately, leaning into Buzen's side and being very, very reluctant to party even long enough to PICK UP THEIR FUCKIN FOOD ONCE THE ORDER IS ON THE COUNTER... But he will...
And then go relocate to a table that's half in the shade so he can sit there, even if he immediately misses clinging to Buzen. Fucking help.]
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Let's dig in? I want to see how red the soup is!
[more like... he wants to watch matsui's expression when he sees how red the soup is...]
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Anyway time to unveil the super fucking red beet soup. The type at this cafe is the extremely dark kind, which is a descriptor that makes no real difference because Matsui would also be equally bizarre about the bright kind.]
Oh...! Buzen, look! Isn't this such a lovely color? Like blood from the liver...
[HELP. HE'S SMILING BUT IT'S HIS TERRIBLE WEIRD S BLOOD SMILE.]
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... Yup! That sounds right.
[he wouldn't know any better. but he'll go to unveil his plate too, which has some pretty fucking rare steak on it. there is practically blood on the plate. this is also for matsu]
How about this one?
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Buzen is so indulgent toward him though damn. He peers over at the steak with how BLOODY IT LOOKS. THIS IS TERRIBLE. WHY IS EVERYTHING HERE FOR MATSUI'S EYES TO ENJOY!!! THE SOUP, BUZEN'S MILKSHAKE, BUZEN'S STEAK, BUZEN...]
A nice, bloody cut... I'm sure it will taste wonderful.
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Why don't you tell me?
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Matsui will lean forward and open his mouth so he can be fed like the spoiled lil shit he is. SUPER RARE STEAK... After finishing his piece:]
--It's the perfect flavor to match the perfect color. I think you'll enjoy it.
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Really? Alright, then my turn.
[he CHOMPS on his rare steak - ] Oohh, it is good! Ah, we have a lot of sweets but it's nice to have meat too...
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He looks pleased to see Buzen enjoying his steak, though! Mutually good tastes!]
It's more nutritious for you, as well. You need to keep your iron levels up for healthier blood.
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but buzen is just going to nod along.... this sounds... right....?]
I didn't realize there's iron in blood too...
[NOT THAT KIND OF IRON]
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Of course there is. [NOT THAT KIND OF IRON.] All living things have iron in them.
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