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[Between frantically researching and attempting to take care of an artificial kami and the day-to-day tasks of ensuring that their apartment remained mostly in one piece and no one in the household accidentally killed eachother, Elliot found himself at a loss when he came to the realization that he couldn't remember the last time Leo and him did something normal.
Like a date. Dates were totally normal. Even expected, when it was your boyfriend. A date with Leo shouldn't be that different from what they did normally, anyway? They already spent most of their time together.
He's completely lucid of these facts, but no amount of repeating it to himself, or planning a completely normal date pierces through the muddled trance. It's like his brain was replaced with cotton candy, leaving an inarticulate idiot in his place. His face feels too hot and his heart races as if he had just been sprinting, and unfortunately for him this isn't the kind of problem he can solve by fighting or yelling speeches at. He doesn't realize he voices these thoughts aloud as he places some of their belongings down in the cottage, the air heady with the aroma of the surrounding flower fields. Somehow the scent isn't overwhelming.]
[When it was suggested that they take a trip to the cottages on the lower levels, Leo had absolutely no objections. He had grown used to the lively nature of their home, but that did not mean that he always enjoyed it. The chaos could wear on his patience. Even worse was how it got between Elliot and him. Sometimes it felt like the entire world was conspiring to get between them.
He set his own bag down on the cottage floor and tilted a head lightly towards his 'boyfriend.' That modern term still had a strange way of making Leo feel like he'd caught a cold, though he wasn't about to let Elliot know that he still got nervous almost a year after they started courting.]
Amazing that they can tuck an entire village right under our feet, isn't it? And so quiet too. We'll finally be able to hear ourselves think.
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Like a date. Dates were totally normal. Even expected, when it was your boyfriend. A date with Leo shouldn't be that different from what they did normally, anyway? They already spent most of their time together.
He's completely lucid of these facts, but no amount of repeating it to himself, or planning a completely normal date pierces through the muddled trance. It's like his brain was replaced with cotton candy, leaving an inarticulate idiot in his place. His face feels too hot and his heart races as if he had just been sprinting, and unfortunately for him this isn't the kind of problem he can solve by fighting or yelling speeches at. He doesn't realize he voices these thoughts aloud as he places some of their belongings down in the cottage, the air heady with the aroma of the surrounding flower fields. Somehow the scent isn't overwhelming.]
It's normal...this is normal...
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[When it was suggested that they take a trip to the cottages on the lower levels, Leo had absolutely no objections. He had grown used to the lively nature of their home, but that did not mean that he always enjoyed it. The chaos could wear on his patience. Even worse was how it got between Elliot and him. Sometimes it felt like the entire world was conspiring to get between them.
He set his own bag down on the cottage floor and tilted a head lightly towards his 'boyfriend.' That modern term still had a strange way of making Leo feel like he'd caught a cold, though he wasn't about to let Elliot know that he still got nervous almost a year after they started courting.]
Amazing that they can tuck an entire village right under our feet, isn't it? And so quiet too. We'll finally be able to hear ourselves think.