[Yes, everything actually is good again. No lies or half truths this time. Not perfect, no, but he feels better than before and that counts for something. Josuke's heart soars when he sees Okuyasu smile back. Anything to skip embarrassing sentimental stuff was good in his books and going right back to being Okay was welcomed.
That doesn't stop him from scrunching up his nose at the comment. Looks like shit... Is it going to be obvious? Would people ask questions? This was totally bogus.]
Great...
[Josuke shakes his head back and forth, causing most of the hair to fall back into his face. He lifts a hand of his own to push it back over his forehead and with a sigh flattens himself on top of Okuyasu, shifting to face plant in the pillow right next to his bud. No one can see his beauty tarnished! Or he's just getting hit with a wave of exhaustion after fooling around for god knows how long.]
[Okay, in fairness. No one else is going to be looking at Josuke from this close. So it should be fine. Still, that doesn't stop Okuyasu from pursing his lips to muffle a laugh at Josuke's beauty dramatics. This guy...
He breaks that off with a half-hearted hey of objection, when Josuke messes his hair up again. He's in the process of trying to push it back into place himself again because dude don't be difficult when he's just flopped down on and - okay. So that's happening.]
Not total shit. You look like regular shit.
[Okuyasu: helping... Now that he can't push at hair though he does the next best thing, swiftly pinching the useless hairtie to pull it out of Josuke's hair completely and sticking his hand in to ruffle his hair before he gets fussed at for it. Worth it. Worth every second.
Jokes on Josuke, because this is the sentimental sappy stuff. It's good to be Okay.
Okuyasu even leaves his hand there, once he's wiggled his fingers a bit to make sure he didn't make a tangled mess in the back here.]
[Josuke is made to be difficult when it comes to things like appearances. Sorry, dude, this is what you signed up for in this friend.
Muffled into the pillow, because he sure isn't going to lift his head up, with so much totally real and not sarcastic sincerity:] Thanks a lot, man.
[He's ready to just stay an extra, unnecessarily heavy, blanket for Okuyasu until his hair starts getting attacked. The loss of the hair tie was actually not felt but mussing it very much tips him off. There's a very loud very indignant sound - right next to Okuyasu's ear, sorry - and he flails a hand up to swat at the offending hair wrecker.
Of course, the attack didn't last long and he stops his blind attack pretty quickly. He makes a point to clumsily run his fingers through his hair a few times, knocking into Okuyasu's hand while doing so, to check for knots but is appeased enough when there's nothing bad. And, well, since his hand is already up there on top of his head now he just leaves it there. On top of Okuyasu's.
He turns just enough to actually mitigate some of the pillow muffle but doesn't talk very loud considering that ear proximity.]
If my hair is messed up tomorrow you're gonna owe me.
[Wow okay, right in the ear. Okuyasu laughs at that reaction though, leaning his head away only for a second in case Josuke does it again. Still worth it.
He rolls his eyes at the other comment even though they're not positioned to make eye contact. Josuke, please...]
Whatever princess, you're still the prettiest.
[How sarcastic is that?? Who can say. Maybe Josuke really is the prettiest princess in the land.
But then there's Josuke's hand on his and Okuyasu forgets about fussing over his hair. It's weird that that's more significant suddenly than the other things happening but even with the comfortable weight of Josuke's whole body against his own, Okuyasu turns his head just slightly to look sideways at their hands.
That's probably not comfortable for Josuke, but he doesn't think about that. Josuke started it, anyway--so that's what it is.
So. Okuyasu makes a noise like he's just clearing his throat, shifting his shoulders a little to make a show of getting more comfortable and mussing Josuke's hair again, just a little - but that all is just pretense to take some attention off his clumsy effort to thread their fingers together. It's a lopsided hold for sure and he's left with a finger or two holding Josuke's hair instead, but.
Also totally worth it. Thinking too hard about this is better left for daylight. They're both okay and Okuyasu is happy--he's not going to mess with that.
He counts to three in his head, like if he can do that without anything bad happening it means this is fine, then speaks quietly up toward the ceiling.] You going to sleep yet?
[Pretty princess... Why this? Another grumble as Josuke pokes at Okuyasu's face with his free hand. The aim was probably his cheek but he still can't see anything so it's more likely his chin or nose. Whatever, his minor dislike of being teased has been shown. And he's not retracting that threat(?), if his hair is a rat's nest tomorrow he is going to do worse than cry.
Still, he's not getting up or moving away.
There's a second where he thinks the coughing and shuffling is a hint that he need to move his heavy ass off, causing Josuke to tense up just the slightest amount, but instead fingers twine with his. He shifts to bury his face completely in pillow again, hiding his face for more reasons than being a bit vain.]
Mmm... Yeah, I'm good.
[He says while laying on top of Okuyasu and not a real bed. There is some sympathy for not crushing him in the middle of the night, and it would be hard to maintain balance forever, so he shifts and slides off to one side. He doesn't go much further than that though and he's still more or less on top of him but, you know. It might be a bit awkward since he still has one leg thrown haphazardly over Okuyasu's legs too.
But that's not super important to think about right now.
Even though a normal person in this position would naturally be looking at their newly elected body pillow, Josuke manages to keep his face away somehow. He's going to smother himself at this rate. Even though they totally aren't holding hands he tugs them away from his head to sprawl somewhere more natural between them. Ahaha...]
[Okuyasu thinks for a moment that Josuke moving is Josuke leaving, and for those couple seconds he's ready to hit himself for totally screwing this one up. But no, he's still there, just getting comfortable. Cool. That's cool.
Josuke's going to smother himself but that's okay because Okuyasu's other arm is still around him and it's definitely going to be dead by morning - proper morning - and that's just fine. He'll just whine about it while Josuke's whining about his hair. They can get to those things when they happen, because... well.
Well. There's still the fact that Okuyasu isn't thinking ahead to the morning or ahead at all, with Josuke's hand still in his and the rest of him warm where they're still touching. Which reminds him to, incredibly subtly amidst all these coy touches, wiggle one leg out from under Josuke's so he can kick at one of the blankets until it's actually covering them instead of being a trampled mess. This works about as well as you'd expect, so not really at all but whatever, he tried.
And now he's going to stop moving already. He settles. Finally. This is cool, he's dealing with this as coolly as possible.]
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That doesn't stop him from scrunching up his nose at the comment. Looks like shit... Is it going to be obvious? Would people ask questions? This was totally bogus.]
Great...
[Josuke shakes his head back and forth, causing most of the hair to fall back into his face. He lifts a hand of his own to push it back over his forehead and with a sigh flattens himself on top of Okuyasu, shifting to face plant in the pillow right next to his bud. No one can see his beauty tarnished! Or he's just getting hit with a wave of exhaustion after fooling around for god knows how long.]
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He breaks that off with a half-hearted hey of objection, when Josuke messes his hair up again. He's in the process of trying to push it back into place himself again because dude don't be difficult when he's just flopped down on and - okay. So that's happening.]
Not total shit. You look like regular shit.
[Okuyasu: helping... Now that he can't push at hair though he does the next best thing, swiftly pinching the useless hairtie to pull it out of Josuke's hair completely and sticking his hand in to ruffle his hair before he gets fussed at for it. Worth it. Worth every second.
Jokes on Josuke, because this is the sentimental sappy stuff. It's good to be Okay.
Okuyasu even leaves his hand there, once he's wiggled his fingers a bit to make sure he didn't make a tangled mess in the back here.]
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Muffled into the pillow, because he sure isn't going to lift his head up, with so much totally real and not sarcastic sincerity:] Thanks a lot, man.
[He's ready to just stay an extra, unnecessarily heavy, blanket for Okuyasu until his hair starts getting attacked. The loss of the hair tie was actually not felt but mussing it very much tips him off. There's a very loud very indignant sound - right next to Okuyasu's ear, sorry - and he flails a hand up to swat at the offending hair wrecker.
Of course, the attack didn't last long and he stops his blind attack pretty quickly. He makes a point to clumsily run his fingers through his hair a few times, knocking into Okuyasu's hand while doing so, to check for knots but is appeased enough when there's nothing bad. And, well, since his hand is already up there on top of his head now he just leaves it there. On top of Okuyasu's.
He turns just enough to actually mitigate some of the pillow muffle but doesn't talk very loud considering that ear proximity.]
If my hair is messed up tomorrow you're gonna owe me.
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He rolls his eyes at the other comment even though they're not positioned to make eye contact. Josuke, please...]
Whatever princess, you're still the prettiest.
[How sarcastic is that?? Who can say. Maybe Josuke really is the prettiest princess in the land.
But then there's Josuke's hand on his and Okuyasu forgets about fussing over his hair. It's weird that that's more significant suddenly than the other things happening but even with the comfortable weight of Josuke's whole body against his own, Okuyasu turns his head just slightly to look sideways at their hands.
That's probably not comfortable for Josuke, but he doesn't think about that. Josuke started it, anyway--so that's what it is.
So. Okuyasu makes a noise like he's just clearing his throat, shifting his shoulders a little to make a show of getting more comfortable and mussing Josuke's hair again, just a little - but that all is just pretense to take some attention off his clumsy effort to thread their fingers together. It's a lopsided hold for sure and he's left with a finger or two holding Josuke's hair instead, but.
Also totally worth it. Thinking too hard about this is better left for daylight. They're both okay and Okuyasu is happy--he's not going to mess with that.
He counts to three in his head, like if he can do that without anything bad happening it means this is fine, then speaks quietly up toward the ceiling.] You going to sleep yet?
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Still, he's not getting up or moving away.
There's a second where he thinks the coughing and shuffling is a hint that he need to move his heavy ass off, causing Josuke to tense up just the slightest amount, but instead fingers twine with his. He shifts to bury his face completely in pillow again, hiding his face for more reasons than being a bit vain.]
Mmm... Yeah, I'm good.
[He says while laying on top of Okuyasu and not a real bed. There is some sympathy for not crushing him in the middle of the night, and it would be hard to maintain balance forever, so he shifts and slides off to one side. He doesn't go much further than that though and he's still more or less on top of him but, you know. It might be a bit awkward since he still has one leg thrown haphazardly over Okuyasu's legs too.
But that's not super important to think about right now.
Even though a normal person in this position would naturally be looking at their newly elected body pillow, Josuke manages to keep his face away somehow. He's going to smother himself at this rate. Even though they totally aren't holding hands he tugs them away from his head to sprawl somewhere more natural between them. Ahaha...]
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Josuke's going to smother himself but that's okay because Okuyasu's other arm is still around him and it's definitely going to be dead by morning - proper morning - and that's just fine. He'll just whine about it while Josuke's whining about his hair. They can get to those things when they happen, because... well.
Well. There's still the fact that Okuyasu isn't thinking ahead to the morning or ahead at all, with Josuke's hand still in his and the rest of him warm where they're still touching. Which reminds him to, incredibly subtly amidst all these coy touches, wiggle one leg out from under Josuke's so he can kick at one of the blankets until it's actually covering them instead of being a trampled mess. This works about as well as you'd expect, so not really at all but whatever, he tried.
And now he's going to stop moving already. He settles. Finally. This is cool, he's dealing with this as coolly as possible.]
... Yeah. Okay. [cool] Uh, g'night.