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[immature]

Yeah, me too...

[even if they are both sweaty and gross, Osomatsu doesn't mind, because Kazuma is still with him.

...but it feels weird so he finally pulls away, shuffling out of all of his clothes and walking across the bedroom naked. he dumps his pajamas into the hamper, then looks over at Kazuma]

Help me strip the bed.

[Osomatsu has had a few wet dreams while being in Prismatica, and he learned the hard way that he needed to clean the mattress if he didn't want it to stain. that's fine. at least he learned something... the more things he learns, the better adult he will become]

[lowleveled]

[...Right. It's kinda gross, isn't it? Yeah. It's gross. And this definitely isn't the first wet dream he's had in his lifetime, either, though he does snort when Osomatsu casually just takes all of his clothes off and dumps 'em in the hamper. He hops up with a nod, though not before stripping off his own clothes and doing the same. After that dream, their senses of shame are pretty much gone.

Not that it's not a pleasant sight anyway, but that's whatever perversion he still has, constantly lurking in the background. Always.

He gets to stripping the bed as well.]

Aaaand we probably should also take a shower or a bath or something. I'll make breakfast afterwards.

[Because he's feeling good today. Today is a good day.]

[immature]

[Osomatsu blinks as he's stripping the bed. he gathers the sheets]

You... can cook?

[his eyes are sparkling]

[lowleveled]

Mhm. Sure can. Like a pro, too. One of the upsides to living in a world that functionally acts like a video game for so long is that you can use leftover ability points on even non-combat stuff. So, I tossed all the ones I didn't put to use for combat stuff into cooking, because if I thought, hey, if the adventuring business doesn't work out...always could open a restaurant or something.

So I've never studied how but I can make pretty much anything.

[Video game logistics are great like that.]

[immature]

[holy moly!

Osomatsu's already salivating at the thought of a breakfast that is homemade... he dumps the sheets into the hamper, then clasps Kazuma's gross hands with his own]

You shower first. I'll take care of this mess. Then... you can make whatever you want. I don't have a lot of food here, but I've got eggs, rice, and some other ingredients. O-Or, if you want, we can get ready, and go shopping. I'll buy whatever you need!

[lowleveled]

[Oh wow. He ends up laughing at how serious this suddenly is. This is apparently Very Important and he had no idea (mostly because he never revealed he could cook before). So precious, though...]

Ooookay, cool it, cutie. I'll see what we've got after my shower and I'll make something extra good, 'kay? Don't worry about buying extra stuff. I'm a genius, so I'll be able to make something.

...But just for the record, the excitement is adorable and if it means you'll be this happy every time, I can definitely start doing this more often.

[immature]

[Osomatsu puffs out his cheeks]

Look! I don't know olives from onions, okay? [he does] If I tried to cook, I'd burn down the apartment. So I'm always eating out...

[lowleveled]

[This only makes Kazuma snicker more...and he leans in to kiss one of those puffed out cheeks.]

I said 'it's cute', not 'you have to justify yourself'. I understand, babe. And that's why I'll do it.

Dork.

[He snickers a little more, and then takes his hand back.]

And now I'm gonna go shower. You finish taking care of this, then you shower, and breakfast'll be ready when you're out.

[With that, he goes to shower.]

[immature]

[Osomatsu watches him go, his cheeks burning red hot. he feels something in his gut, something warm, and good. butterflies fluttering, but not because he's nervous anymore. it's because he's having... feelings. he's become attached already. that's dangerous!

but, at the same time, Kazuma's sworn to him that he won't leave him. and Osomatsu wants to believe in that promise. he wants to be... happy again.

he turns to look at the bed, then sighs. might as well start cleaning]