nooodesires | (no subject)

[He all but does the Miyazaki hair-poof.]

You-- [DISGRUNTLED BIRD NOISE!!! And shoving the coffee mug at you to climb out of his chair and stalk away.]

[ he follows after you ]

What? Do you want me to propose now?

[High-pitched squawking, and he whirls on you.]

I-- what? No! You're a liar and a jerk and I'm not talking to you right now.

I guess that means you don't want to see the ring . . .

[SQUAWK.]

Not!! Talking!!!!!

Are you putting me in the time out corner?

If there is one, yes!

[He's frazzled, and stalks away again, but fairly quickly loses his steam when he comes upon the door to the balcony. He pauses, and glances over his shoulder at Eiji, pointing at it questioningly.]

Wh-- Can I--?

Yeah, go ahead, it's why we got this place.

[Argument about proposals forgotten, he fights with the lock for a minute before he steps outside, leaving the door open and pressing himself to the railing.]

[He's absolutely silent.]

While we were checking this place out, you stayed out there for an hour so I just told the guy we'd take it and filled out all the paperwork.

[He takes a second to turn to you, taking a moment to digest those words.]

...may as well have just asked me then.

I already knew it made you happy.

[Shakes his head.]

No. I mean to marry you, idiot.

[Excuse him for showing uncharacteristic affection but he's gonna just invade your space and bury his face against the crook of your neck.]

[ he wraps his arms around you and just says this ]

Okay, then marry me.

[He becomes very small for a minute, and makes an muffled sound against your collarbone before looking back up, lips pursed. He wasn't almost crying don't you say a goddamn word.]

You said something about a ring, birdkeeper.

[ he reaches into his pocket and pulls a small box out with this in it ]

Well?

[He wasn't actually expecting any of this.]

...were you. Just carrying that around with you, waiting for the inspiration to strike.

I thought about hiding it in ice candy but then I worried you'd just eat it by accident.

[A short, almost hysterical laugh, and he takes the ring.]

It goes... on this finger, right? I only ever wore jewelry on my first two fingers, never the third...

Yeah, that's where it goes.

[He slips it on the finger, a little awkwardly.]

Does that-- does that count?

Of course it does.

[Emotions what are they and how do I make them stop. He's fumbling.]

[ don't worry, hobo is hugging you now ]

[He'll take that. And maybe cling to your shirtfront.]

So that's-- that's it, we're engaged. I'm marrying you.