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[siriusly]

[his mouth twitches on one side; he’s heard this song before…different singers, same verses.]

I’m getting better at it, okay? I showed up un-punched, see? [he lifts his chin.] And, and I’m not going off to get punched. I— [he hesitates, glancing aside.] I don’t even…have to go right away, either. Not, not immediately, not…quickly…

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It wouldn't be so bad to be the one looked after now and then, you know. Even for little things... [ There's a soft sentiment there, a note of wanting to be someone that does that for Manabu.

At the mention of going anywhere, the tentative grip he has on him tightens ever so slightly.]

You could stay. No one is saying you have to go at all.

[...] Stay.

[siriusly]

[there's another mouth twitch, even as the rest of him stills at the suggestion-turned-request now burning in his ears and buzzing a little at the back of his neck. it's in tandem with the signals coming from where that grip grew more secure.

a halfhearted attempt at levity:] To be the, the one being looked after? [more plainly:] I'm not the type who likes being coddled, you know. [lies. lying liar who lies because it sounds more manly.]

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I'm not looking to coddle you. [Yes he is. In his own way.] But I...would like if you could--If you would--depend on me. For anything, big or small.

[He sighs, leaning forward and into Manabu's space again.] So just...lean on me, now and then. Support doesn't just go one way.

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[that prickly, bristly feeling washes up again as Kazuma does the thing again. the "looming in while being tall and also extremely attractive" thing. it gets to him, y'know. sometimes? it's okay to be the short guy. it's not okay to ever admit that, though.

there's a beat of almost quiet - almost, save for the faint click-clack of dog nails on the floor because Magnet can read a room and is more interested in finding snacks than this.]

That sounds like partner talk. [like, officer partner stuff, not...ugh. that word's double-meaning is kind of annoying.] ...Guess that's okay. But-- [flashing half-a grin:] You're leaning right now.

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[There's a confident air about Kazuma most of the time, and that had definitely been present at the start of this.

But Manabu's sass has a way of just sweeping that out from under him in rather unexpected ways. He's left blinking dumbly for a moment before trying to hold back a short burst of laughter (and failing).] Manabu... [He wants to sound admonishing, but it comes out in a tone far more amused and fond than annoyed. It isn't aided by the fact he definitely steals a kiss--or two...maybe three. A fee for the sass.]

I swear...

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Ha-- [little chance to get rustled by Kazuma's laugh in the midst of a kiss-assault, but that's no real loss. he attempts to catch and return those kisses before Kazuma escapes to speak.]

What-- [he puts his hands on Kazuma's upper arms.] you are, I'm not wrong. [he leans up to kiss him before a clapback.]