[ Left with such sweet, affectionate touch, Gojo has no recourse but to follow close behind Nanami out of the bed. Funny how someone who spends so much of his life an infinity away from others would be clingy when afforded the opportunity to be so, but in contrast to the playfulness in his tone, he snags Nanami's fingers in his own as he slips off the bed too, rubbing the corner of his palm at his sleep-dusty eyes. It's...so much easier to keep the shadows in their corners like this. ]
Hehe, you spoil me. [ You asked, Gojo!! ] Herbal for me...with the usual.
[ So, yes, sweet, the "usual" being some ungodly number of sugar cubes. Nanami didn't even really need to ask β Gojo would enjoy anything he brewed up for him, but the fact that he asks at all, even when he knows is just like him, isn't it? He's always so attentive, so caring, even if it isn't always in the ways people easily recognize.
Utterly unapologetic, Gojo clings to Nanami's hand as they make their way into the kitchen, his other arm winding around his partner's bicep, head leaning down against his shoulder. ]
Won't make it too hard for you to make it if I stay like this, hm?
[ It's funny because Nanami comes off as the type to draw strict boundaries, to not let anyone too close. But like this, with Gojo winding his fingers through his own and clinging tight to his arm, Nanami doesn't... mind? He doesn't mind at all. In fact, he might even enjoy it though he wouldn't exactly admit that out loud.
So, yes, Gojo barnacles himself to Nanami as they walk through the hall to the kitchen and Nanami only responds by turning his head and brushing his lips against Gojo's forehead as Gojo rests his head against his shoulder. ]
You're fine.
[ There's warmth in Nanami at the blatant affection being shown to him and he just feels pleased by it. He'll take it slow as he moves around the kitchen as a result, not wanting to dislodge Gojo. He moves to fill up with the electric kettle and get two mugs down from the cabinet along with the tea and the little jar of sugar cubes that is just for Gojo.
When he's done and just waiting for the water to boil, he'll just stand there, his head leaning against Gojo's as they wait together. ]
Hm...not in the mood to push me away by the face? You are feelin' soft tonight.
[ As though Gojo himself isn't feeling equally as soft, but unlike Nanami, he wears his aloofness differently. Nanami is structured and formal, Gojo chaotic and personal, yet he never let anyone too close, either. Well...most anyone. There are those who were already close to him before his walls went up, those who understood who he was, and who he is now. Maybe Nanami didn't always voluntarily sit in that seat, but he does so now. He stays, because he wants to, not out of some sense of obligation.
He's choosing to let Gojo close, to cling to him, and it means more than Gojo knows how to put into words. He's always been much better at expressing himself like this, anyway, with action.
His lips part to say something else, but he refrains, for once letting the peaceful silence settle like a blanket around them, listening only to the sound of Nanami's breathing, the rhythm of his heart.
It's nice to appreciate the quiet every now and again, too. ]
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Hehe, you spoil me. [ You asked, Gojo!! ] Herbal for me...with the usual.
[ So, yes, sweet, the "usual" being some ungodly number of sugar cubes. Nanami didn't even really need to ask β Gojo would enjoy anything he brewed up for him, but the fact that he asks at all, even when he knows is just like him, isn't it? He's always so attentive, so caring, even if it isn't always in the ways people easily recognize.
Utterly unapologetic, Gojo clings to Nanami's hand as they make their way into the kitchen, his other arm winding around his partner's bicep, head leaning down against his shoulder. ]
Won't make it too hard for you to make it if I stay like this, hm?
[ Like a barnacle??? ]
we're winning at this we are
So, yes, Gojo barnacles himself to Nanami as they walk through the hall to the kitchen and Nanami only responds by turning his head and brushing his lips against Gojo's forehead as Gojo rests his head against his shoulder. ]
You're fine.
[ There's warmth in Nanami at the blatant affection being shown to him and he just feels pleased by it. He'll take it slow as he moves around the kitchen as a result, not wanting to dislodge Gojo. He moves to fill up with the electric kettle and get two mugs down from the cabinet along with the tea and the little jar of sugar cubes that is just for Gojo.
When he's done and just waiting for the water to boil, he'll just stand there, his head leaning against Gojo's as they wait together. ]
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[ As though Gojo himself isn't feeling equally as soft, but unlike Nanami, he wears his aloofness differently. Nanami is structured and formal, Gojo chaotic and personal, yet he never let anyone too close, either. Well...most anyone. There are those who were already close to him before his walls went up, those who understood who he was, and who he is now. Maybe Nanami didn't always voluntarily sit in that seat, but he does so now. He stays, because he wants to, not out of some sense of obligation.
He's choosing to let Gojo close, to cling to him, and it means more than Gojo knows how to put into words. He's always been much better at expressing himself like this, anyway, with action.
His lips part to say something else, but he refrains, for once letting the peaceful silence settle like a blanket around them, listening only to the sound of Nanami's breathing, the rhythm of his heart.
It's nice to appreciate the quiet every now and again, too. ]