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Post by saintsergio on Mar 6, 2009 23:48:33 GMT 9
That agreement brought a smile to his usually smirking face. Jiro was actually pleased with the answer and it showed when he squeezed their fingers. He wouldn't let Sei's fingers go, and even brought them to his lips again before leaning over, tilting his twin's head and giving him a soft, light kiss. Nothing behind it, just a brush of lips to show he was happy.
When he pulled away, he sipped at his coffee using his free hand and started thinking. What movie would they see? "I think you should pick the movie. Other wise it'll be a waste of money, knowing me." He nodded a little, not happy with his last choice of movie. It had been a huge flop, and Sei complained about it non stop for a whole month because he'd tapped into the savings for bills.
Jiro knew his twin was talking about the wash machine. How he broke it, he wasn't sure, but he hadn't broken any since. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to do his own laundry. "So, after I finish washing and drying, we'll go to the movies. .....We eating out as well?"
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 6:51:21 GMT 9
Seiichi's cheeks went red again at the kiss. How Jiro could be so calm and nonchalant with being this way with him he couldn't understand in the least. He cleared his throat lightly and concentrated on keeping his own composure. God, he hated mornings like this! He was also so lost in them; though, you'd figure after nearly ten years of it he would have some sense of ground. But Jiro was always one that seemed to be able to get the better of him regardless.
As Jiro sat and considered, Seiichi took the first opportunity to pull his hand away the instant he felt his brother's hand let up. He picked up his coffee cup with both hands, holding it up to his lips and keeping it near as he turned to the side of his chair - cleverly facing away from Jiro. "Well... There's that new action movie that came out last Wednesday. Or that new American release... Apparently it won several awards or something."
He glanced at Jiro when he asked about food again and turned his wrist to check his watch.
"If you hurry with your laundry," he sighed softly, not entirely sure if Jiro would make the deadline, "We might be able to still catch breakfast at American Gardens."
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 6:56:02 GMT 9
The words American Garden caused him to finish his first cup of coffee rather quickly. He loved AG almost as much as he loved his Sei cuddle time in the mornings. "Save me a second cup for when I come back up," he said, getting up, leaving his coffee cup there. He sighed softly and pushed his hair from his face since it had no product in it, and moved around to the front door.
"I'll be back up after I put my laundry in the wash," he said, slipping on his slippers and dragged the basket out the door and towards the elevator.
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 7:24:28 GMT 9
When Jiro left with his laundry, Seiichi sighed lightly. He felt just a little bit more at ease knowing that he wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder. It was a slightly horrible thought to have in one's mind about your own brother - but it was what Sei had to live with. He managed to finish his coffee rather peacefully and started to clean up the cups. He set them in the kitchen sink, rinsing them a bit and went to clean up the living area a bit. Jiro had left the couch a mess when he woke and still had glasses and bits of food on the table. It wasn't anything much out of the ordinary, so Seiichi was rather used to cleaning up after his brother. Plus, they were never really great messes. (Well, at least, not often.)
He took a moment to dress, putting on his favorite casual straight-legged jeans and his black long-sleeved shirt with the gray stitching. And.. Well, it was kind of a play day, so Seiichi decided to let his hair down, brushing it out a bit and then running his fingers through with a little fluff. He knew why he loved the fact Jiro waited forever to do his laundry - it left him with so much alone time. I love Jiro's laundry day.
Unfortunately for Jiro, he was running out of time and American Gardens would end their breakfast service at noon. Seiichi checked his watch again and there was only eight minutes left to the hour; Jiro had just started his final load. There wasn't anyway they were going to make it. He definitely had to give his twin credit though. He did try. He sat at the kitchen table, waiting. Thinking. After a moment or to he got up and pulled out the food he had earlier and decided - though it wasn't from American Gardens - Jiro could at least have an omelet.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 7:33:55 GMT 9
Argh, he tried so hard to finish up in time. "Stupid laundry," he muttered, kicking the washer before he headed back up after his last load was finish. It was now twelve thirty or so; he'd taken the time to go ahead and fold all the laundry before he brought up the loads and huffed softly.
Entering the apartment, he smelled food and it made his stomach growl loudly as he made his way to his room, now not having to trip over his own dirty clothes. Of course not, it was all in his room and in his closet and stuff. Despite always having dirty clothes out, he kept his clean clothes seperate. Always where they belonged.
His room had always been clean, just cluttered. He had books, movies, a TV, a lamp he'd bought recently, book shelves, his bed. A dresser which took up most of one wall. Jiro's room was his sanctuary when he was in it, or pissy at his twin. Which happened more often than not. Still, he put away his clothes, put the basket in the closet, and changed into a pair of tight fitting faded jeans, a pair of socks and a short sleeved tee with an American band on it that he'd taken a liking to. U2 was amazing when he had a chance to listen to them.
Padding to the kitchen, he looked over the other's shoulder, wanting to know what he was cooking. "Hey, baby. What are you making me?" he asked, arms going about his waist again, kissing his shoulder and neck despite him being dressed. When he pulled away, he made himself a second cup of coffee and sipped at it with a loud sigh.
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 7:57:23 GMT 9
Seiichi knew how much Jiro loved to eat at American Garden - to be honest, he didn't hate eating there himself at times. He had his own omelet that he had taken a liking to. Unfortunately for Jiro, that was the only one he knew. The Denver Omelet. He'd had it on a few occasions over at the cafe and figured out what was in it. So, he sort of winged it with some second hand knowledge and seemed to be doing pretty okay.
When he heard Jiro at his ear he grimaced. "I told you to quit calling me that..." he grumbled as he pulled the pan off the fire. He slipped the omelet onto the plate he had nearby and took the ketchup out of the fridge. He set the food at Jiro's regular place at the table. "Here. It's not fluffy or have the American Garden sauce or anything.."
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 8:30:51 GMT 9
"But you're my baby.." He said happily, chuckling softly as looked to the food and sighed happily. "It looks amazing," he said as he st down , putting his cup down and then smothered the omelet in ketchup. It was all he ate with his food. Looking up to his twin, he gave him a wink and then took a bite.
He couldn't help but moan; it was damn delicious and tasted pretty close, minus the sauce and the fluffiness. Still, it was amazing. Licking his lips, he motioned his brother over, wanting another kiss from him. "You know you like my nicknames anyway. Don't you?" He said with a little a little chuckle. "But anyway. You pick the movie. I'm not really picky right now."
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 8:51:31 GMT 9
Seiichi didn't move other than to take his seat at the table across from his brother, giving him an unamused look at the insistence he kept calling him that. He sighed and drank the orange juice he had gotten himself. He rarely drank more than one cup of coffee in the morning. He already tended to load himself up with caffeine during late nights and so figured it best he not drink as much when he had a choice.
"Please, Jiro..." he snuffed, "I'm not a pet."
Seiichi rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. What movie? Didn't he already suggest a couple? And Jiro didn't even want to pick from those? Normally he would be rather quick if given a simple choice. Seiichi sighed lightly as he finger the rim of his glass and considered. Today was a fun day; an easy day. The American film would take work to watch, but the other was just guns and explosions. There was little effort in watching something like that.
"I guess we could catch the action film.. Could do with a little more action." he mused aloud, not realizing what he had said.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 8:58:36 GMT 9
"Mmn... More action you say?" He laughed at that and shifted his foot between his brother's legs, teasing him with his sock covered toes. He continued eating his food happily, watching his reaction.
Oh, he was plotting something, alright. Something at the movie theater. Shaking his head as he moved to drink his coffee again, seeming completely innocent in molesting his twin. He honestly didn't know why Sei didn't like being played with, touched or kissed by him, but it didn't matter. Jiro liked it, so he would continue.
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 9:15:33 GMT 9
Seiichi practically jumped out of his seat when he felt his brother's foot between his legs. "D-damn it, Jiro!" He pushed his chair back and crossed his legs. He wasn't as upset about Jiro doing it as much as at himself for not realizing he had given his brother an opening. He really needed to watch his words. Jiro would take any excuse he could get to stuff a hand down Seiichi's pants. Huffed and steamed a bit, slightly red in the face about the 'action' before he got up to wash the dishes he used to cook Jiro's breakfast. At least that way most everything would be done when they came home and Seiichi could have a weekend to just relax.
Well, relax as much as possible...
Seiichi must have been more tired than he realized. Normally he was a little more vigilant around Jiro. After all, with years of that beneath his belt, one would learn to keep wary of providing opportunities for the other. His eyes became a little distant as he washed the pan in his hands, his thoughts wandering a bit. What happened? Where did everything change? Why did their lives turn out... like this? Seiichi could remember when they were younger.. When they were really twins. They were partners in crime - inseparable and always enjoying each others company. Now, from some sick and twisted turning point, they were bound together in sin. There were times - so many times, in fact - Seiichi felt as though he was the only one bearing that burden.. for the both of them.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 9:25:00 GMT 9
If only he could read his brother's mind. It probably wouldn't have done much; he wouldn't answer any questions or anything. But he never did tell his twin about why he was doing this. Why he 'liked to see his brother cry' kind of thing. And it wasn't even about them looking alike. Not anymore. Maybe the first time, but he was doing the only thing he knew to apologize for what had happened in the past.
There were times he missed being just a normal twin with Seiichi, but he -liked- how this turned out. So when Seiichi moved away, every time, it sent a little stab through his heart. Whatever, they were still brothers no matter what happened. He was glad Sei didn't see the expression on his face. Torn and hurt, wanting to apologize, but knew he didn't mean it. Instead, he finished his breakfast and coffee, moving to the sink, putting them on the counter for Sei to do and ran a hand down his back, not touching him anywhere else. He kept it simple for once.
"Sounds like a good movie," he said, nodding a little. He was thinking of something else now. About why this had all started, and how it was going to continue. But, then his mind shifted to the movie, looking forward to it, so he could carry on his plan. He moved to the bathroom to product and style his hair the usual way and cleaned his glasses before sighing softly. He looked to his goatee and smirked. He looked sexy like this despite his brother's obvious protests. There had been more than one argument about his fuzz.
He moved back to his bedroom and grabbed his wallet, stuffing it in his back pocket as he walked towards the living room again. "Thanks for breakfast, by the way."
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 9:36:45 GMT 9
When he felt Jiro's hand on his back, he startled back into the kitchen, into the apartment. He'd gotten pretty far out in his head without even realizing it. He nodded at his brother to the comment and picked up the dishes Jiro had brought. He took little time in getting them cleaned and placed on the drying rack. It was best for him to just keep those thoughts locked away in a secret place. A place that he shouldn't ever visit even though he lived it almost daily.
After drying his hands off he headed for his room and grabbed his messenger bag. He always carried it with him regardless of where he went. He kept his wallet there, the current book he was reading at the time, a light coat folded it up nicely inside. Despite the warm whether, Seiichi had several run-ins with well cooled buildings that had him wishing for something to cover with. He'd since learned to carry one with him at all times. He slipped the strap over his head and across his chest, letting the bag rest behind him just to the side a bit. He checked to make sure that he had his keys on him and waited by the door for Jiro; checking his watch out of habit when waiting for him on their way to the university.
When he came out of his room and toward the living room, Seiichi gave a lightly surprised blink. Thank you? ".... You're welcome.." he answered softly with a subtle blush. There had to be something up.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 23:26:32 GMT 9
With a bit of a laugh, he shrugged and moved towards the entrance to put on his shoes then looked back to his twin. "Well, come on. We'll go see when it starts and figure out what to do from there, right?" He grabbed his bag that he used to carry to school, it had most of the things he needed in there. His cell phone, he'd throw his wallet in there later, some papers he needed. Jiro hated going out without it.
He waited, plotting something and then chuckled to himself. "Maybe we could cruise the mall afterwards. I mean, we -will- be in the mall after all. Not like it'll be out of the way." The movie theater he loved was in the mall.
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Post by charmingfacade on Mar 7, 2009 23:37:45 GMT 9
Seiichi headed after his brother once Jiro stepped out and turned to lock the door. Apparently Jiro was going to make an entire day of it.. Which, Seiichi supposed, wasn't so bad. 'Course, if they spent much more than what he budgeted - he shook his head. Forget it. We'll be fine with one day of semi-reckless spending. He couldn't help it though. He was a natural at math and so he would naturally keep trying to hold on to the numbers. It could be part of the reason that he stress half the time. His mind was constantly calculating and budgeting something. He sighed as he slipped his key back into his back and moved to head down the hall and stairway. "Did you need to buy something?" This time the question was just out of casual curiosity. Seiichi pondered a moment or two. That wouldn't be such a bad idea. He could use a few new shirts and he had missed a few volume releases for a couple of his manga series. He adjusted his glasses as he tried to remember which ones, exactly, he needed, feeling them slip down the bridge of his nose as he walked down the stairs. He checked his wrist to see if he had his hair tie with him - just in case letting his hair down was a mistake.
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