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[Denji doesn’t believe her lie, though. he’s just silent, holding and stroking her. it does draw his mind to those actions themselves though—he may not buy her lie, but he’s not quite smart enough to see the reality of the situation. he wonders why. he understands now it was Asa, which just puzzles him more. he settles on that she’s probably just kind of losing it.
he seems to snap out of his pondering when she disses his bed, blinking and lifting his head.]
Mm? Yeah?
[Denji believes her; he isn’t offended. he wouldn’t know better, since he used to sleep on a mattress that was only a little better than cardboard for pretty much his whole life.]
That’s fine… It’s hard for me to tell, so…
[he rests his head back down again, and when he does, his eyes suddenly snap open as he lifts his head right back up.]
Wait! E-every night!?
[his face turns pink, and his heart begins to race. of course there’s a strong current of sexual excitement at the idea, but he’s also just stoked at the idea of having a warm body in his bed again. Denji’s had a shitty, unfrilled life, for sure—but he’s had sleep buddies more often than not as a constant. Pochita, Power, Nayuta, the dogs, the cat…]
[ Honestly, Asa didn't think about what she was saying while she was saying it... and once it was out, no take-backs. At first she thinks she's gotten away with it, but then Denji's head snaps up and she knows she's going to have to explain herself. (The fact she assumed he'd be okay with it says more about her than it does him. He's a boy — he's Denji, so of course he'd jump at the chance to share a bed with a girl. Even one with an alternate personality who can't decide whether to kill him, fuck him, or both. In either order.) ]
Is that okay? [ She tilts her head up to stare back at him, eyes wide; excuses coming fast and thick. ] I-I just thought that, since we know each other, it makes sense to stick together. It's better than living with a stranger, right? But your apartment's small, so sleeping together is easier than trying to fit another bed in. And it's a more efficient use of resources.
The couch is fine, but it's not exactly comfortable. A good night's sleep is essential for both physical and mental health. It helps with your immune system too. Seriously, look it up. Plus—
[ She'll keep rambling until he cuts her off... sorry........... ]
[Denji’s eyes have light to them for the first time in a while; his expression is similar, grinning sincerely. he doesn’t think this like—changes anything, because he’s hardly so optimistic these days… but a girl he mutually likes wants to share his bed!! and that fucking rocks. he’s elated.
gently, he taps his finger against her lips, politely urging her to shut the fuck up.]
Hey.
Of course it’s okay. You don’t gotta explain anything. I’ll make sure this bed is comfy as hell and you get real good sleep.
POLITELY URGING HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP he just like me fr
[ Rude?? But the relief is obvious on her face as soon as he says it's okay, though she's quick to roll her eyes at his second comment. ]
Don't get ahead of yourself. For all I know, you're the kind of guy who steals the blankets, or kicks in his sleep. Or snores really loud. You look like a snorer... [ wtf is that supposed to mean ] But I knew you'd agree. You're practical. That's actually one of the things I like about you — you know a smart idea when you hear one.
[that was Power’s job. she was such a pain in the ass to share a bed with it probably trained Denji’s bed manners to counter her. ok, maybe he snores when the sleep is hitting really hard and he’s super dead… but only sometimes. but damn why’s she gotta humble him at every turn?!
whatever. it doesn’t get him down. he’s still way too excited, and he still looks pleased.]
I dunno about that… Practical though, yeah. [he’s a virgo he did pick up a lot of those kinds of skills being broker than dirt poor his whole life. he blinks when she asks him to close his eyes, and he swallows nervously, heart fluttering.
this is where he needs to not get ahead of himself… they’ve just reunited and he’s already gotten two kisses, so. you know. Asa is unpredictable as fuck, so he’s trying not to get his hopes up. but, obediently, he closes his eyes.]
[ See, Denji? If you want her to say nice(ish) things about you, just agree with her. Except for when agreeing makes her angrier, because it's a trick question, or because she thinks she wants a specific answer but actually hearing it makes her frustrated, and god forbid she self reflect instead of taking things out on someone else.
Anyway.
He's smart not to get ahead of himself, though in this case his assumption is correct. She props herself up on one elbow, and just... stares at his face for a few seconds. Even in the low light, he's cute. Finally, right when her inaction starts to teeter from mildly awkward to super awkward, she leans up and kisses him.
On the cheek. ]
I'm not sleeping with a guy who isn't my boyfriend. Even if it's not sleeping like that. So, congratulations.
[Asa’s so fucking confusing Denji’s kind of given up trying to decipher her. he wants to understand her more as a person—like that nauseating realization he had about Asa’s sexual autonomy and stuff… but like this, he just has to kinda roll with shit. there’s no other way to survive her.
Denji’s eyes are still closed when he feels Asa’s kiss on his cheek—which isn’t what he was hoping for. but it still makes him smile, cheeks blushing a little. it’s still a win to Denji. despite all the trauma he has around kissing, it’s still simply the best. any kind of kiss.
man, he wants to make out, though. he’s pretty sure that he’s never made out with Asa—probably just Yoru…
wait he’s getting distracted. he blinks.]
Are you saying I’m your boyfriend?
[his eyes narrow as he grins, his heart thudding happily. he wants to make out, but… he has to meet Asa where she’s at, probably. he’s used to women setting the pace anyway, so. Denji scoots forward, brushing her hair out of her face to kiss her forehead.
[ Ugh... she'd been holding herself together pretty well during this conversation, but the forehead kiss is enough to set her cheeks on fire. She's not stupid; she knows he wants more. She does, too. The fact he's still prepared to wait is why she meets those thoughts with hesitance instead of revulsion for once.
She tugs on his other cheek, punishment for making her flustered. Then, feeling guilty, she finds herself stroking it instead, pretending like she's just wearing gloves when she catches a glimpse of her hand. At least he doesn't seem to mind them. ]
Not "pretty" lucky. You are lucky. [ And so is she, even if she doesn't say it. Nobody but Denji would put up with her, even without the added """bonus""" of Yoru. Throw in the fact that she (unfortunately) liked him before any of this; when he was, for all intents and purposes, just an ordinary boy that did one nice thing for her, and she knows which of them is the luckier one. ] As for everything else... w-we can talk about it.
[Denji doesn’t seem to really mind the pinch and pull on his cheek—in fact, it makes him laugh a little, smile held as she strokes his face. which is also awesome.
he strokes her back again, watching her face.
when she eludes to sex (which that even being a possibility makes Denji feel fucking crazy, so again, no complaints), he strokes the back of his fingers across her cheek affectionately, tilting his head against the bed somewhat.]
There’s no pressure or anything… I’m happy.
[despite the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. kissed, slapped, scolded… then she just crawls into his bed and declares herself Denji’s girlfriend. her mind is an enigma.]
You’re tired, right? [Denji’s arm moves so that its across her waist, once again cupping the shell of her back with his arm.] You should sleep.
[ No pressure, he says, and she wishes she could say "I know, but I want to". I'm happy, and she wishes she could say "I'm happy too". Honesty can't solve all her problems, but it sure as shit wouldn't hurt.
Too bad there's no chance of it happening right now. The most she can do is muster a faint smile; nowhere near as big or bright as his, but at least an acknowledgment in its own way, before she buries her face in his chest again. (She never paid much attention to their size difference before now, but like. Whew. He's not massively taller than her or anything, but he's big... ///) ]
[when he leaves her be to sleep, he's up for a while—after all, it's early, and Denji hasn't had a day nearly as exhausting. plus, he has a lot to process—a ton's on his mind. he wanders back through their interaction, troubled again by the issue of Asa's autonomy... finding he relates in ways, but is distressed by the differences too.
which, of course, his mind wanders...predictably... once that ventures into their deciding to date, coupled with the warmth of her right beside him, their kissing from earlier... he feels a little guilty for it, but it's hard to control. but despite how it gets his blood pumping, it also makes him—oddly cozy... and he does eventually find himself drifting off maybe about thirty minutes later.
Denji's dreams are predictably as salacious, but. you know.]
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he seems to snap out of his pondering when she disses his bed, blinking and lifting his head.]
Mm? Yeah?
[Denji believes her; he isn’t offended. he wouldn’t know better, since he used to sleep on a mattress that was only a little better than cardboard for pretty much his whole life.]
That’s fine… It’s hard for me to tell, so…
[he rests his head back down again, and when he does, his eyes suddenly snap open as he lifts his head right back up.]
Wait! E-every night!?
[his face turns pink, and his heart begins to race. of course there’s a strong current of sexual excitement at the idea, but he’s also just stoked at the idea of having a warm body in his bed again. Denji’s had a shitty, unfrilled life, for sure—but he’s had sleep buddies more often than not as a constant. Pochita, Power, Nayuta, the dogs, the cat…]
Really??
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Is that okay? [ She tilts her head up to stare back at him, eyes wide; excuses coming fast and thick. ] I-I just thought that, since we know each other, it makes sense to stick together. It's better than living with a stranger, right? But your apartment's small, so sleeping together is easier than trying to fit another bed in. And it's a more efficient use of resources.
The couch is fine, but it's not exactly comfortable. A good night's sleep is essential for both physical and mental health. It helps with your immune system too. Seriously, look it up. Plus—
[ She'll keep rambling until he cuts her off... sorry........... ]
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gently, he taps his finger against her lips, politely urging her to shut the fuck up.]
Hey.
Of course it’s okay. You don’t gotta explain anything. I’ll make sure this bed is comfy as hell and you get real good sleep.
POLITELY URGING HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP he just like me fr
Don't get ahead of yourself. For all I know, you're the kind of guy who steals the blankets, or kicks in his sleep. Or snores really loud. You look like a snorer... [ wtf is that supposed to mean ] But I knew you'd agree. You're practical. That's actually one of the things I like about you — you know a smart idea when you hear one.
[ Abruptly: ]
Close your eyes for a minute.
LOL
[that was Power’s job. she was such a pain in the ass to share a bed with it probably trained Denji’s bed manners to counter her. ok, maybe he snores when the sleep is hitting really hard and he’s super dead… but only sometimes. but damn why’s she gotta humble him at every turn?!
whatever. it doesn’t get him down. he’s still way too excited, and he still looks pleased.]
I dunno about that… Practical though, yeah. [
he’s a virgohe did pick up a lot of those kinds of skills being broker than dirt poor his whole life. he blinks when she asks him to close his eyes, and he swallows nervously, heart fluttering.this is where he needs to not get ahead of himself… they’ve just reunited and he’s already gotten two kisses, so. you know. Asa is unpredictable as fuck, so he’s trying not to get his hopes up. but, obediently, he closes his eyes.]
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[ See, Denji? If you want her to say nice(ish) things about you, just agree with her. Except for when agreeing makes her angrier, because it's a trick question, or because she thinks she wants a specific answer but actually hearing it makes her frustrated, and god forbid she self reflect instead of taking things out on someone else.
Anyway.
He's smart not to get ahead of himself, though in this case his assumption is correct. She props herself up on one elbow, and just... stares at his face for a few seconds. Even in the low light, he's cute. Finally, right when her inaction starts to teeter from mildly awkward to super awkward, she leans up and kisses him.
On the cheek. ]
I'm not sleeping with a guy who isn't my boyfriend. Even if it's not sleeping like that. So, congratulations.
[ Yeah... congratulations..................................... ]
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Denji’s eyes are still closed when he feels Asa’s kiss on his cheek—which isn’t what he was hoping for. but it still makes him smile, cheeks blushing a little. it’s still a win to Denji. despite all the trauma he has around kissing, it’s still simply the best. any kind of kiss.
man, he wants to make out, though. he’s pretty sure that he’s never made out with Asa—probably just Yoru…
wait he’s getting distracted. he blinks.]
Are you saying I’m your boyfriend?
[his eyes narrow as he grins, his heart thudding happily. he wants to make out, but… he has to meet Asa where she’s at, probably. he’s used to women setting the pace anyway, so. Denji scoots forward, brushing her hair out of her face to kiss her forehead.
there.]
Guess I am pretty lucky after all.
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She tugs on his other cheek, punishment for making her flustered. Then, feeling guilty, she finds herself stroking it instead, pretending like she's just wearing gloves when she catches a glimpse of her hand. At least he doesn't seem to mind them. ]
Not "pretty" lucky. You are lucky. [ And so is she, even if she doesn't say it. Nobody but Denji would put up with her, even without the added """bonus""" of Yoru. Throw in the fact that she (unfortunately) liked him before any of this; when he was, for all intents and purposes, just an ordinary boy that did one nice thing for her, and she knows which of them is the luckier one. ] As for everything else... w-we can talk about it.
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he strokes her back again, watching her face.
when she eludes to sex (which that even being a possibility makes Denji feel fucking crazy, so again, no complaints), he strokes the back of his fingers across her cheek affectionately, tilting his head against the bed somewhat.]
There’s no pressure or anything… I’m happy.
[despite the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. kissed, slapped, scolded… then she just crawls into his bed and declares herself Denji’s girlfriend. her mind is an enigma.]
You’re tired, right? [Denji’s arm moves so that its across her waist, once again cupping the shell of her back with his arm.] You should sleep.
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Too bad there's no chance of it happening right now. The most she can do is muster a faint smile; nowhere near as big or bright as his, but at least an acknowledgment in its own way, before she buries her face in his chest again. (She never paid much attention to their size difference before now, but like. Whew. He's not massively taller than her or anything, but he's big... ///) ]
Yeah... goodnight, Denji.
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[when he leaves her be to sleep, he's up for a while—after all, it's early, and Denji hasn't had a day nearly as exhausting. plus, he has a lot to process—a ton's on his mind. he wanders back through their interaction, troubled again by the issue of Asa's autonomy... finding he relates in ways, but is distressed by the differences too.
which, of course, his mind wanders...predictably... once that ventures into their deciding to date, coupled with the warmth of her right beside him, their kissing from earlier... he feels a little guilty for it, but it's hard to control. but despite how it gets his blood pumping, it also makes him—oddly cozy... and he does eventually find himself drifting off maybe about thirty minutes later.
Denji's dreams are predictably as salacious, but. you know.]