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[thegamesafoot]

[ That quiet laughter causes a fresh flutter in his chest. Truly, countless novelists and poets—including the Bard himself—have put the symptoms of love into words with obnoxious accuracy. ]

If we maintain our brisk constitutionals and a bit of healthy mischief we might defer it further yet. [ Although talk of the future gives Sholmes pause, and his smile falters—what does that look like here, anyway? The situation has neatly solved the issue of geography, but how long will this last? Will he suddenly wake up to Iris' prodding—all of this quite literally the stuff of dreams?

Pesky anxiety—just like it to elbow in and sour a bit of happiness. He won't stand for it. Instead, he smooths a palm down the slope of Yujin's lapel, and resumes his smile with a wink. Suggestive? Joking? Who's to say? ] And if we wish to recapture some of our misspent youth, I'm sure we could arrange it in a dream.

[professorbestie]

[Yujin doesn't like to think too hard about their future, be it immediate or that deadline they referred to. That's far too intimidating to him. He'd rather take things one small step at a time without planning too far ahead in too great a detail. Such a thing might only lead to disappointment and heartbreak.

When Sholmes winks at him like that, he gets a bit flustered by it. What is his friend suggesting? Though his cheeks burn, he's still smiling. One hand is raised to the side of Sholmes's head, ruffling his hair a bit.]

Indeed, we could. Though I should hope there are no strikes with fish involved, then. That would rather sour the moment, I believe. [He is never going to let this go.]

[thegamesafoot]

[ It's his turn to laugh—both at the joke and the clear flush on Yujin's cheeks. He's delighted to discover this exciting new way to torment his friend. ] Hah! Absolutely no fish will be allowed in the boudoir, Mikotoba.

[ A pause, then he arches a brow and lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ] Unless of course ... you'll allow me my most secret piscine proclivities?

[ That he manages to maintain a straight face and steady eye contact is a testament to his skill as a detective. Or his commitment to a joke. Either way, this is more comfortable territory than earnest confessions of love. ]

[professorbestie]

[Oh, it's torment, alright. Yujin's not used to joking about these sorts of things. Not because he's gone so very long without a partner in that sense, but because it's so very indiscreet. It's not the sort of thing he made light of with Ayame either.

But Sholmes will be Sholmes, he knows that. It's hardly avoidable now, so he tries to roll with the punches instead.]

I'm afraid not, my friend. As I said, it would sour the moment. If you have any more common proclivities, I may be willing to take those into consideration instead.

[thegamesafoot]

[ Given his lack of hands-on experience, he has no business joking about this, but the quips come far too easily. Especially when he's fighting back nerves; the process of fully sinking into this intimacy is still teetering between terrifying and comforting. ]

Not to worry. Sigmund Freud would find me woefully pedestrian when it comes to such matters. [ His smile loses its twinge of mischief, resting back into easy admiration. ] Except, of course, for this peculiar fascination with another man.

[ To make up for the crude remarks, he finds Yujin's hand and brings it around, tight in his own. He pauses a moment to admire its clean practicality—a fine specimen of a doctor's hand—before he plants a chaste kiss on his knuckles. ] Though you may not be a lady, you still deserve all the rigors of a proper courtship, my dear.