forum ~Take me.. // oxo // romance // closed

Started July 10, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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"I died in 1923." he replied, looking over at Akira. "If that answers your question." he didn't seem to mind answering the question, but then again it had been about ninety years since then.

“Ohmygod, then I have so much to get you caught up on,” Akira mumbled, then fell silent the moment he realized what he had said. He let out a nervous breathy giggle as he patted the side of the couch next to him.
“Uh, what I meant to say was, care to join me? I.. Do you like romance?” he asked, then added quickly, “Like, the genre?”

Fio blinked, cautiously sitting down. "Uhm…I suppose so. It's…interesting to read, in any case." he replied, looking over at Akira and smiling faintly.

Akita’s heart thrummed in his chest as he received the smile. Why? He didn’t know.
Was it because he was sitting next to a ghost? Probably.
Did he think the ghost was… attractive?
Perhaps.
Was he embarrassed about the amount of rom-coms showing on the TV?
Absolutely.
Hesitantly, Akira pressed a few buttons on the remote, and rewound the movie he had just been watching. Of course, he just had to have been watching a gay romance. It was just his luck.

Fio raised an eyebrow just a little bit as the movie continued, but didn't comment on it. He tipped his head to the side slightly as well, shifting on the couch.

It wasn’t long into the movie when Akira dozed off. He often kept awake during movies, but 1. He had already seen it and 2. A long day of travel didn’t bode well for him. He rested his head on the back of the couch, face content and finally in a rested expression that wasn’t just plainly nervous.

(gtg soon)

Fio continued to watch. He wasn't averse to gay romances, of course; hell, his ex boyfriend had been the one who…but that wasn't important right now. He shifted a little, clearing his throat softly and trying not to disturb Akira.

(Alrighty :)

Akira let out a small sigh in his sleep, clutching the blanket with one of his hands, then letting go, almost like a cat kneading when it was happy. He let out a small squeak as he rolled over, curling up his knees and pressing the blanket up against his face.

Fio glanced over at him for a moment, then went back to the movie. He was more engaged with it than he wanted to admit, biting his lip a little bit as he watched.