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(his focus shifted to the man he is sitting on, taking a look at the blanket he is now wearing, and the fact that this man is dead inside.)

... Damn, I did a number on you. You alive there?

(#prayersandthoughtsforyosuke. it's only then that manjiro sneaks out of the couch, one arm stretching above his head as the other hand keeps the blanket in place around his shoulders. he'll pull out a chair first, rubbing his eyes as to shake out the sleepiness.)

Who else? The fuck-fairy?

[He was about to respond --something like of course, who else?-- when Mikey gets to it first. A sliver of the humor he feels in response bleeds through his expression, eyebrows lifting, a smile briefly flickering over his face. He only half-hides it behind a sip of coffee. And Mikey was saying this is awkward? Whatever weirdness might have lingered, it's totally gone now.]

You seemed cold.

[There's a faintly teasing edge to his tone.]

You didn't do a number on me.

[he moves his face into the couch now for a moment, before pushing up on his forearms.]

I just don't wanna be awake yet. That's all.

[he reaches for the pants that he discarded the night before and starts to put them on under the blanket -- as if both of them haven't seen him naked before.]

When'd you even get back?

Bullshit. You're a changed man now. Do you know how old I am to be that flexible?

(it comes out slurred, as he's almost dozing on the table, and while his comment is totally not accurate as his body is the same age as theirs, he just wants to be little bitch. they must have been used to it after sharing a space, how moody and drowsy he is in the morning.

the long length of his hair doesn't help its state either, poofy, wavy, a mess of strands that follow the shape of yosuke's chest where he had been asleep.

... though, his eyes turn to yu for a second, in good spirits, the aroma of coffee and seasoning, familiar and comforting before black irises turn to yosuke on the couch, back to yu, to the surroundings and the atmosphere of intimacy that he senses. his hands pull the blankets a little more over his shoulders, and there's a small turn upwards on the corners of his lips.

relief.)

[It's a welcome sense of peace, and when their eyes meet very briefly, Yu becomes quite certain that Mikey feels it too. It's only for that one moment, of course; Yu then busies himself with pouring more coffee. He even slides the sugar over with it.]

Late, [he admits pretty easily. Not for any particular reason, other than work, but that's fairly normal. In any case, he's doing a stellar job masking the amusement in his voice -- Yosuke sure is trying to maintain some weird sort of modesty, for some reason. Look, it's funny.] I didn't want to wake you.

[And here comes cup number three, offered to Yosuke once he's done trying to find his dignity under that blanket.]

[why is he suddenly searching for dignity when he's had none for years? who knows. but he'll take the cup of coffee, and flop onto the chair next to Mikey as he sips it.]

Shit, hot--!!

[no shit, Yosuke. he coughs a bit and then puts the mug down, rubbing his eye as he does it.]

You're always so busy, dude. Couldn't be me.

... You dumb fuck.

(of course it's hot, it's coffee. while the fact that he's pinching the bridge of his nose might seem like he's regretting everything... he actually isn't, because as soon as he drops it, there's a laugh that escapes him.)

Right? Can't be me either. I gotta sleep. Maybe that's why I'm broke as shit.

[It all feels so...so normal. A soft laugh, a quick, somewhat teasing utterance --"Careful"-- and somehow, the back-and-forth is just so natural. His expression is unguarded for a moment as he watches them, but it's like as soon as he realizes it, he looks away to work on the breakfast.

Yu makes a bit of a face at the observance, though. What kind of targeted attack is this?!]

I like to stay busy.

Hmph.

[listen. Yosuke's gotta pretend to pout about the laugh, but there's a little bit of relief. even though there's some mixed feelings about Mikey at times... it's nice to be a little normal. there was so much killing and death...

he watches Yu for a moment. he catches that unguarded expression, and there's an ache in his heart. he knows how much this whole situation with Mikey had affected him, and maybe this was good. maybe they could work this out, after all.

but he makes his own face, now.]

Pick up a hobby or something, dude. Don't just work.

(no thoughts, brain empty, only a burning question to yosuke.)

... Are you not putting out?

[Oh, my god. Such disrespect for the guy who made them all breakfast!!

Yu sputters into his coffee at the question, but he hides it behind a strategically-timed clearing of his throat.]

Mikey.

[There's a warning note in his voice. Be nice.]

[Yosuke chokes too, but not on coffee. it's his own spit.

he tosses the spoon that he'd just stirred his coffee with at Mikey's head.]

Will you shut up??

[he's not. actually mad.]

(the laughter that comes out of him when both of them choke over his words is loud, genuine, and he even bends a little with how strongly it leaves him.

followed by the kiss attack on yosuke. his poor cheek and neck is under attack!!!!)

Can't make me.

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