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what happened to them?

I spilled a little.

... if i go in there and you're swimming in chocolate, i'm not handing it over.

[ . . . ]

Don't come in.

but what if already i'm standing outside the door?

I'm naked.

Wait there until I've gotten dressed.

wait why are you naked
are you copying one of your books??

Sometimes, Akira, clothes are uncomfortable.

The obvious solution is to get naked.

i see. get naked and eat chocolate. maybe i'll try it one day.

[ FIVE MINUTES-- and Akito's at the door, turning the handle to open it and just barely peeking outside to look for Akira. his face is still covered in chocolate, but there's- nothing on his clothes, aside from right at the collar of his shirt. ]

Hi.

[a simple greeting, since he figures the five chocolate bars and two bags of chocolate chips in his hands said enough on their own. plus he was trying to peek in past Akito to see the room and all.]

[ sorry, there's chocolate everywhere and discarded clothes covered in it, too-- Akira's not allowed to see in the room. Akito does, however, reach a hand out to try and grab the chocolate chips from his hands. very, very sneakily. at least, he assumes reaching for them very quietly is being sneaky? ]

[not sneaky enough, because Akira holds it up out of reach.]

The sheets first.

[ gdi, Akira. ruining everything for him!! he huffs, once-- then reaches for the chocolate bars. ]

It's okay! I can get them later.

Alright. Don't forget.

[though even if he did forget Akira would still change them without complaint. which was why he let him have the chocolate bars-- the secondary reason being that it freed up his hand to reach out and try to wipe some of the chocolate off Akito's face.]

[ there's a moment where Akito nearly just slams the door in Akira's face so he can go back to the chocolate-covered room and to these delicious chocolate bars in his hands. instead, he opens the door a little more, just enough to slide himself through it, and closed it behind himself.

his legs and arms are pretty coated in chocolate, too. that's definitely not suspicious. ] This is probably going to sound really weird, but-- [ he moves a hand up, holding it out to Akira. ] Do I taste funny? --and not like chocolate.

[he can't even begin to imagine what Akito would think when he realized what he was doing and noticed he most likely gained a couple pounds. the sudden hand near his face snaps Akira away from those thoughts, however, and he just blinks confusedly for a moment--

before he grabs hold of Akito's hand to keep it steady, leaning his head down and taking his middle finger into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it thoughtfully. that had clearly been a very serious question.]

[ oh, oh okay. SLIGHTLY UNEXPECTED, but Akito just stares anyway. because obviously that's the right thing to do here, when waiting for a verdict. even if Akira is sucking on his finger, because strawberry ice cream tasting skin definitely isn't normal and maybe he's just had too much chocolate or something or maybe it's a curse or--

y e a h, yanking his hand back. ]

[after Akito pulls his hand back, Akira licks his lips and thinks about it for a moment. not looking smug or anything what are you talking about.]

Huh, you kind of taste like chocolate covered strawberries. I guess it's fitting.

[ WIPING HIS HAND OFF ON HIS SHORTS, don't mind Akito over here. ]

Weird. Earlier, I was fairly certain I tasted like ice cream.

No, you do, but I think all the chocolate you've gotten on your hands throughout this entire... day, is adding to it. You know, like a lingering kind of thing.

Maybe you should stop. [eyes on those chocolate bars.]

[ nope, he is clutching those chocolate bars to his chest, when Akira suggests stopping. Akito does, however, free one hand to pull one of the bars away and hold it out to Akira. because clearly sharing one fixes everything. ]

This one is for you. If you try to take the other three, I'll bite your index finger off.

Would you, really? The whole finger?

[he does take that chocolate bar, if anything just to keep Akito away from eating one less. Akira makes sure to hold it tight in his hand in case Akito decided to change his mind at random before he nods over toward the closed door.]

Can we at least eat in there?

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