crashout | DICK;

[He opens his mouth to argue because of course he does, but Dick's taller than he is and in his personal space which means that he's doing what a normal human would do. He's using his free hand to reach up and hold Dick's cheek to kiss him back because what the fuck is self-control when they might fucking die anyway! He'll take what he wants without regret and even if it's only one floor, he lets his tongue dart over Dick's lower lip...before kicking a foot up to hit the button for B5.

There. Now they can make out for a little longer. Problem solved.]

[ THEY'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GET BACK UP THE FLOORS NOW?? this is stupid

dick doesn't care too much though, his other hand resting at junpei's neck as he licks into his mouth, deepening the kiss and yeah they're just straight up making out in an elevator like horny teens ]

[And they can make out going back up, too. Junpei sees no problem with that?

He also sees zero problem with making out in an elevator because it's date morning and the ship's quiet and even with all of the other worries in his head, this is simple and it feels...good, frankly. Knowing that his thoughts and feelings are reciprocated without really having to wonder when the other shoe will drop helps some things and it's a lot of the reason there's an encouraging little groan while he follows through with that deeper kiss.

Good thing there's two elevators.]

[ everyone thinks someone died because an elevator's stuck but it's just these two idiots going up and down the elevator making out.

dick's grinning into it, especially at the groan, but despite being the one to deepen the kiss he keeps it slow, softly playing with the hair on junpei's nape. he's also the one who breaks it off-- pulling back just enough to say: ]

Hey. I like you.

[ he did warn junpei he'd say it every day if he needed to? but also, this is just so he can let go right as the elevator actually stops on their floor. ]

But I was promised breakfast.

[ cheeky bitch who started it ]

[Glad they're both like this, and moreso glad that Dick continues to be a goddamn tease because the fingers in his hair are a nice touch. Even when he pulls away and Junpei blinks his eyes open, there's a fond look because he still likes hearing it.]

You're only getting breakfast because I happen to like you, too. [He doesn't even have enough in him to snark, but he's grabbing Dick's hand and pulling him out of the elevator toward the kitchen.] How hungry are you? Three eggs, six eggs?

[ dick lets himself be pulled along, looking a bit smug because that was very weak snark and very much in the Dick Grayson Gets What He Wants category, thank ]

Three's fine, I'm not a bottomless pit.

[ like. maybe if he was crime fighting but there is a lot less punching involved in this place?? so ]

Okay, three for you and six for me. [He's. Maybe not serious? We won't know exactly and he doesn't mind giving Dick what he wants for the next couple of hours to prove a point and because...at the end of the day, Junpei does like making people happy. He likes being the one to do things for people he cares about, and it's a part of him that was buried for a while after a year of the worst of humanity shoved down his throat.

So, truthfully, Dick letting him do this is as much of a gift to himself as it is to Dick.

He'll pull him into the kitchen and when they get there he lets go of Dick's hand, already moving to pull things out of the fridge and out of cabinets. Luckily the kitchen's been fixed. RIP Taako. He does stop to flip on a coffee maker though.]

I'm not a culinary genius or anything, so...you gotta be patient with me.

[ once they're in, dick leans his back against a counter as he watches junpei go. he's not sure what brought this on-- not that he minds, of course, but... all he really hopes for is that it'll at least serve to distract junpei for a little bit.

he tilts his head ]

Oh, so you haven't been hiding out secret cooking skills from me this whole time? That's a relief. [ he's grinning. because. he's an asshole. ] But I can't judge. Eggs is about as good as it gets for me too.

[ sometimes you have a butler who cooks for you, ]

[It's definitely a good distraction because it means his hands are busy and he isn't forced to think about the inevitable. He's not really ready to tell Dick anything even if there's still some tension in his shoulders, but the look on his face is relaxed enough while he's working.]

Aren't superheroes supposed to be kind of famous or whatever? Surprised you don't have people waiting on you hand and foot because they're grateful for your service or something. [Breakfast making is a go which means he's cracking eggs into a bowl, mixing some stuff in, letting a pan heat up, adding some milk, etc. There's...probably a process here.]

Secret identities, remember? Most superheroes work royalty free, and most of them have a real job on the side to pay the bills.

[ dick hums in thought as he watches junpei work, and he specifically on purpose waits for when he's breaking an egg to go-- ]

Though I did have a butler growing up.

Most of them except you who act as Nightwing full time. I know, I got it. [The way he says it seems to imply he doesn't mind actually. Except, like, he raises an eyebrow and almost breaks the shell into the bowl. Excuse?]

A butler. Like...the kind that answer doors?

[What the fuck else do butlers do.]

[ dick's shoulders are shaking ]

Well, if he heard you reduce his job to that, he wouldn't like it, but... yeah. He does answer the door. As butlers do. He's also British.

[ it sounds like SUCH a shitpost ]

He. What? [Okay eggs are going on hold and he's turning to look at him for a hot second.] ...okay. Why do you have a butler, exactly...?

I don't have a butler. I just... happened to live with one after I was adopted.

[ he looks so amused as he's waiting for junpei to connect the dots ]

[...]

The superhero who brought you home is actually really rich, isn't he. [FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!]

[ dick nods. solemnly. ]

His superpower is money.

[ and then he cackles a bit because oh god batman would kill him for saying this ]

[He just. Grabs whatever is closest to throw at him?! It's a slice of green pepper. Dick!!!! THE INSULT NOT THE NAME!!!]

Are you fucking kidding me right now. Of course you're rich. [He's not jealous but wow this suddenly puts. A handful of things into context.] Let me guess. That's why the Batcave could be built?

[ he lets the pepper hit him but catches it afterwards to snack. hmm. delicious. though he shrugs afterwards, humming. ]

Yeah. Along with a bunch of other superhero hideouts. Not that he advertises it. [ he tilts his head ] Most people know as soon as I tell them my name.

[ the. rich thing, obviously. ]

That obviously doesn't help me here, you know. [He's glaring a little but it's mostly because:] You could've said something sooner, like maybe back when I was complaining about paying for laundry?

[But he shrugs.] I'll try to live up to your expertise then, Master Grayson.

[ he snorts ]

Like what? [ he puts on a fake posh accent ] Sorry, I can't relate to your poor people problems? [ back to normal: ] It's not like I don't know what a laundromat is.

[ he just. has never had to use it. but. ah. gross. ]

Hmmm... nope. It's not the same without the accent. Guess the Master thing can stay your weird kink.

The Master thing is not a kink. I wouldn't let anybody else get away with it besides Tamamo, so don't even go there. [Mixing, cutting, and pouring some...hybrid of shit into the pan that Dick probably can't see. Simultaneously he's reaching over with a hand to pour a cup of coffee before mixing in cream and sugar and handing it over. Why does he reward Dick for being mean to him? Great question.]

Good, 'cause you'd have to do a lot more than make me breakfast before I'd even consider entertaining that one.

[ he takes the cup with a soft thanks and purposefully brushing hands with junpei during the exchange. you cannot be soft after insulting and bullying him, grayson? ]

[There's a grin because he's still counting that as a victory, and yeah sure he lets his hand linger a little before pulling back to pour his own coffee and work on the eggs.]

Do I wanna know what'd it take? You're kind of setting me up to ask.

[ sips the coffee slowly and deliberately ]

Hmmm. How comfortable are you owing me a ridiculous amount of favors?

You still owe me a favor from our last game, asshole. Or did you forget? [Just saying. Junpei Tenmyouji, the height of romance, calling his boyfriend an asshole to his face.]

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