[ The fact that he hadn't moved was certainly something that Mista noticed, making no effort on his part to pull away either. He couldn't help a light chuckle of his own, something far from nervous and much more smooth. ]
For some reason I think that's your wishful thinking...
[ After all the shit that Rohan had put him through, that shitty attitude of his; it was about time that he was able to deal with him without an ounce of petty anger. There was just that careful shift forward, fingers curling in the fabric of Rohan's shirt before he placed a very soft kiss to those lips. He only lingered there for a moment, pulling away just as quickly as he'd shoved him against the door. ]
[ It's unsettling to Rohan that Mista is able to do this and he's having a hard time convincing his body to escape. Shove, run, do something - but nothing happens. His face is hot and he's irritated but he's doing not a damn thing about it. Then Mista plants a kiss on his lips and it's so soft and it's weird to feel from the other, if he considers the last time they kissed was anything but.
Then, when Mista pulls away, there's a sigh of relief that he's unable to stop. ]
Yeah, sure it is.
[ He shifts, stepping up to walk beside Mista, not follow him, because he doesn't want the other to think that he's just gonna follow him around. ]
[ He couldn't help glancing over at him when he'd caught up with his stride, it was horribly funny in a way to see him struggle like this. It wasn't even a spiteful sort of funny, something that almost felt endearing about Rohan; that wasn't a word he would have ever applied to him before.
Somewhere in mind, though, that was a tricky thing to respond to because the truth was he hadn't really thought about it all that much. He'd been so confident in the execution of asking for the date that he hadn't thought about the finer details.
Improvise. It was part of the charm, he supposed, a different sort of improvisation than he'd had to do before. ]
Not particularly, no, I was kind of banking on you wanting to stay in...
[ Rohan has the distinct feeling Mista's messing with him, and despite that, he continually walks right into his trap. He's impulsive by nature and he can't seem to stop himself from walking right into it. How does he keep doing this? He tells himself to not but here he is, face lit up in irritation, walking in step beside Mista on a date he hadn't really planned to go on. ]
I know that's a fucking lie.
[ He knows damn well that Mista wasn't hoping they'd stick around his house. Reimi wasn't home to keep Rohan entertained enough that he wouldn't just straight up strangle Mista once they were out of the public eye. ]
[ It was difficult not to laugh at that, faint smile playing on his lips as he slipped an arm over Rohan's shoulder. Too close for comfort? Yes but it didn't matter, not to him. ]
Dinner is a date thing...?
[ Okay, now he couldn't help let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he lead him along. ]
Are you trying to tell me that you've never been on a proper date? Like, seriously?
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For some reason I think that's your wishful thinking...
[ After all the shit that Rohan had put him through, that shitty attitude of his; it was about time that he was able to deal with him without an ounce of petty anger. There was just that careful shift forward, fingers curling in the fabric of Rohan's shirt before he placed a very soft kiss to those lips. He only lingered there for a moment, pulling away just as quickly as he'd shoved him against the door. ]
...your loss, let's go.
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Then, when Mista pulls away, there's a sigh of relief that he's unable to stop. ]
Yeah, sure it is.
[ He shifts, stepping up to walk beside Mista, not follow him, because he doesn't want the other to think that he's just gonna follow him around. ]
I assume you have somewhere in mind, then.
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Somewhere in mind, though, that was a tricky thing to respond to because the truth was he hadn't really thought about it all that much. He'd been so confident in the execution of asking for the date that he hadn't thought about the finer details.
Improvise. It was part of the charm, he supposed, a different sort of improvisation than he'd had to do before. ]
Not particularly, no, I was kind of banking on you wanting to stay in...
[ Mista. No. ]
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I know that's a fucking lie.
[ He knows damn well that Mista wasn't hoping they'd stick around his house. Reimi wasn't home to keep Rohan entertained enough that he wouldn't just straight up strangle Mista once they were out of the public eye. ]
So, dinner then. That's a date thing, isn't it?
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Dinner is a date thing...?
[ Okay, now he couldn't help let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he lead him along. ]
Are you trying to tell me that you've never been on a proper date? Like, seriously?