[If he had it in him to be merciless and laugh at her for this, it would have blindsided her something horrible. She had braced for being teased, having how ridiculous it is to be afraid of a movie when her real life has had its share of terrors thrown in her face, but the idea of Bandou mocking her never even crossed her mind as a possibility. That either speaks to the faith she has in him or the size of the blindspot for his less charming characteristics.
As Bandou fishes the DVD from the player and the film is sealed away again, safe in the clamshell hellmouth it came from, the screen goes into its blue waiting mode and she breathes out a sigh of relief. It was only dumb luck she caught the frame she did in her mad scramble with the remote to make it stop when she hit her hard limit.
The idea of changing their tentative plan makes her frown slightly, mouth twisting into a contemplative pout. If they're not watching a different movie, there really is a limit to the alternatives; Youko doesn't have even an eighth of the variety of things Shouhei and Bandou have between them. A pitfall of knowing this home is ultimately transient.]
Well... we could talk? But my suggestion was a serious one. [She fidgets with the hem of her shirt.] I do think my boyfriend should cuddle me.
[Well, boys will be boys, as the saying goes. But the way Bandou acts around his comrades and how he does with Youko are two separate things. Youko's able to pull out Bandou's gentler and more respectful side by not treating him the way the others do. She's kind and understanding and takes his emotions seriously. And he wants to treat her just the same.]
Don't worry. Cuddling is definitely gonna happen!
[His focus shifts from the TV to the couch to the door leading to her bedroom.]
I guess the better question is where do you wanna cuddle?
[The force of that assurance startles a laugh and a real smile out of her.]
Good. I'd be sorely disappointed if it didn't.
[It takes her a moment to trace where his eyes have strayed to, landing on her bedroom door a few moments behind him.]
If we're not watching a movie, we don't really need to be on the couch. [Rational.] And at your height, the bed would probably be roomier, more comfortable. [Reasonable.] Though I guess it also puts us at risk of getting too comfortable and falling asleep. Then you might be stuck for the night.
[Is it time to scoop her up bridal style and whisk her off to their honeymoon suite? Maybe not that dramatic. A tamer intertwining of their fingers and urging her to follow with his enthusiasm should work nicely enough. She's had enough jumpscares for the day.]
And I wouldn't complain if I failed at it!
[Seriously, he'll cuddle her well past noon tomorrow if she needs it. Next question now is, how many layers to shed? For now, at least the hat and shades can be forgotten atop her dresser.]
[Following the lead of their linked hands and his bright energy is the easiest thing to do, even if it takes her a couple of longer strides to keep pace.
The bedroom is as lit up as the rest of the apartment was, but there are no odd, thrown together defenses in front of her closet or blocking off the window over her dresser. The bed is still as neatly made as it was when she got up, hunter green sheets folded back over the lip of a fluffy, white comforter and four plush pillows leaning on the headboard. It isn't particularly large — she hadn't had to think about anyone but herself fitting in it when she picked it — but there should be enough mattress real estate for them both.
She gently bumps her arm against Bandou's side as he finishes depositing his hat and glasses, fingers giving his hand a squeeze.]
I think I'm going to hold you to your words. Because falling asleep with you here and waking up to you being gone wouldn't be a nice surprise.
[Casual is the dress code for the evening, if the cotton pajama shorts and t-shirt Youko is modeling are anything to judge by. It isn't like she had counted on needing back-up when she sat down to watch a movie.]
[Well, jeans definitely don't make for cozy snuggling, so those gotta go. He'll inadvertently put on a bit of a comedic show while he tries to speedrun getting himself out of them and way too many long sleeved shirts at once. Eventually he'll get down to boxers and a HOMRA branded t-shirt. All that clothing is piled near her dresser in a heap, not a single bit of effort put forth to folding them.]
Maybe I should sleep over every night~
[He raises his offer with a nice, comforting peck on the lips before bounding onto the mattress. His arms outstretch into a childish, but well meaning, gimmie-gimmie gesture, excited for her to join him.]
[It's a familiar performance — him hurrying to shuck his skinny jeans and creating a uniquely Bandou struggle for himself, her trying very hard not to laugh, rolling her lips tightly together and clamping down on the sound, only for her best efforts to be undone by the next thing he does. In this case, the kiss he plants and the offer floated.]
I don't know. Wouldn't Shouhei notice you've gone missing, send out a search party?
[Any dregs of fear she might still be feeling ebb further away at the sight of Bandou perched on her bed with his arms thrown wide, looking expectant and eager for the company. It really is impossible to feel anything but safe and cared for around him. Youko follows his lead, climbing up onto the bed on her knees, quickly deciding to deposit herself on his lap and nestle into that empty space with some gusto, smiling as she wraps one arm around his side.]
I think he could guess who stole me away pretty easily.
[It's a bit difficult to go full snuggle mode in this position, but he does his best, holding her as steady in his lap as he can while he scoots back against the headboard. And once he's carefully tucked any pillows within the vicinity around them he's set on nuzzling up against her cheek.]
Does that mean he won't worry or that he's going to show up on the prime suspect's doorstep?
[Having him nuzzling against her cheek makes her squirm, cheek turned into the sensation and face scrunching up with a soft laugh. She drums her fingers lightly against his side before reaching out that little bit further to pat the pillows ensconcing them, offering that and a short nod with her reply.]
He better not show up! Neither of us are leaving this bed until you've been sufficiently cuddled!
[His arms wrap further around her, as possessive as they are protective. No way anyone is gonna ruin this officially approved cozy moment! Humming pleasantly, Bandou does his best to nudge a few stray hairs to the side with his nose so he can pepper her neck with comforting kisses.]
[Despite doing his best impression of an affectionate boa constrictor, her shoulders still manage to hitch up as Bandou starts nosing the short, ticklish strands of hair out of his way. Her laughter doesn't stop, just redoubles as she retaliates, fingertips skittering in a spider walk against his side, but it turns just a hint breathy as he goes about planting kisses along her neck.]
Who gets to decide when I'm 'sufficiently cuddled'?
[The end of his answer is stuttered slightly at her wandering fingertips. Even if they aren't quite at his insignia, the idea that they could be is enough to get him fidgeting.]
Then I guess we can do a preliminary assessment at my nine o'clock alarm.
[The hitch to his words doesn't go unnoticed, but it does have her assuming it and the fidgeting has more to do with her fingers discovering ticklish spots than any proximity to his mark. At least until that remark. That has her leveling a coy smile at him, chuckling while her fingers return to inching down his side, this time veering off the path a little to wander across the edge of his rib cage.]
[Any doubts she had about what he has on his mind should be dashed away at the sound he makes. A shuddering hum that edges on needy as her fingers dance around the marking.]
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As Bandou fishes the DVD from the player and the film is sealed away again, safe in the clamshell hellmouth it came from, the screen goes into its blue waiting mode and she breathes out a sigh of relief. It was only dumb luck she caught the frame she did in her mad scramble with the remote to make it stop when she hit her hard limit.
The idea of changing their tentative plan makes her frown slightly, mouth twisting into a contemplative pout. If they're not watching a different movie, there really is a limit to the alternatives; Youko doesn't have even an eighth of the variety of things Shouhei and Bandou have between them. A pitfall of knowing this home is ultimately transient.]
Well... we could talk? But my suggestion was a serious one. [She fidgets with the hem of her shirt.] I do think my boyfriend should cuddle me.
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Don't worry. Cuddling is definitely gonna happen!
[His focus shifts from the TV to the couch to the door leading to her bedroom.]
I guess the better question is where do you wanna cuddle?
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Good. I'd be sorely disappointed if it didn't.
[It takes her a moment to trace where his eyes have strayed to, landing on her bedroom door a few moments behind him.]
If we're not watching a movie, we don't really need to be on the couch. [Rational.] And at your height, the bed would probably be roomier, more comfortable. [Reasonable.] Though I guess it also puts us at risk of getting too comfortable and falling asleep. Then you might be stuck for the night.
[And maybe that comes out a little too hopeful.]
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[Is it time to scoop her up bridal style and whisk her off to their honeymoon suite? Maybe not that dramatic. A tamer intertwining of their fingers and urging her to follow with his enthusiasm should work nicely enough. She's had enough jumpscares for the day.]
And I wouldn't complain if I failed at it!
[Seriously, he'll cuddle her well past noon tomorrow if she needs it. Next question now is, how many layers to shed? For now, at least the hat and shades can be forgotten atop her dresser.]
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The bedroom is as lit up as the rest of the apartment was, but there are no odd, thrown together defenses in front of her closet or blocking off the window over her dresser. The bed is still as neatly made as it was when she got up, hunter green sheets folded back over the lip of a fluffy, white comforter and four plush pillows leaning on the headboard. It isn't particularly large — she hadn't had to think about anyone but herself fitting in it when she picked it — but there should be enough mattress real estate for them both.
She gently bumps her arm against Bandou's side as he finishes depositing his hat and glasses, fingers giving his hand a squeeze.]
I think I'm going to hold you to your words. Because falling asleep with you here and waking up to you being gone wouldn't be a nice surprise.
[Casual is the dress code for the evening, if the cotton pajama shorts and t-shirt Youko is modeling are anything to judge by. It isn't like she had counted on needing back-up when she sat down to watch a movie.]
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Maybe I should sleep over every night~
[He raises his offer with a nice, comforting peck on the lips before bounding onto the mattress. His arms outstretch into a childish, but well meaning, gimmie-gimmie gesture, excited for her to join him.]
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I don't know. Wouldn't Shouhei notice you've gone missing, send out a search party?
[Any dregs of fear she might still be feeling ebb further away at the sight of Bandou perched on her bed with his arms thrown wide, looking expectant and eager for the company. It really is impossible to feel anything but safe and cared for around him. Youko follows his lead, climbing up onto the bed on her knees, quickly deciding to deposit herself on his lap and nestle into that empty space with some gusto, smiling as she wraps one arm around his side.]
I wouldn't mind though.
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[It's a bit difficult to go full snuggle mode in this position, but he does his best, holding her as steady in his lap as he can while he scoots back against the headboard. And once he's carefully tucked any pillows within the vicinity around them he's set on nuzzling up against her cheek.]
Cozy enough?
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[Having him nuzzling against her cheek makes her squirm, cheek turned into the sensation and face scrunching up with a soft laugh. She drums her fingers lightly against his side before reaching out that little bit further to pat the pillows ensconcing them, offering that and a short nod with her reply.]
Pretty cozy.
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[His arms wrap further around her, as possessive as they are protective. No way anyone is gonna ruin this officially approved cozy moment! Humming pleasantly, Bandou does his best to nudge a few stray hairs to the side with his nose so he can pepper her neck with comforting kisses.]
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Who gets to decide when I'm 'sufficiently cuddled'?
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[The end of his answer is stuttered slightly at her wandering fingertips. Even if they aren't quite at his insignia, the idea that they could be is enough to get him fidgeting.]
Unless you aren't satisfied yet.
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[The hitch to his words doesn't go unnoticed, but it does have her assuming it and the fidgeting has more to do with her fingers discovering ticklish spots than any proximity to his mark. At least until that remark. That has her leveling a coy smile at him, chuckling while her fingers return to inching down his side, this time veering off the path a little to wander across the edge of his rib cage.]
I think I have everything I asked for?
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...tease~