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Who: Mondo Oowada (

diamondo) and Kiyotaka Ishimaru (

ardent)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: New Year's Eve
Summary: The kyoudais spend New Year's Eve together. Also possibly feelings??
Rating: PG-13 for Mondo's mouth, will edit if this changes!
Log:
[With the holidays finally over, Mondo has calmed down quite a bit. There's no need to flood the house with holiday-themed cookies anymore, which means he's back to his usual routine of training his Pokémon against one another in the outskirts of the city. That's what he would be doing if today weren't a special day.]

Oy, kyoudai!

[Where the hell are you, Ishimaru, he's got a question for you.]

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Nah, I'm fine! I don't get sick easily, so you don't have to worry about me!

[Though it is kind of nice that Ishimaru is worrying about him-- godfuckingdammit.

Once they arrive at the house, Mondo makes his way to the basement to get changed, hanging up his coat so it won't wrinkle horribly. He switches to the white coat he received earlier in the year, though his clothes are still inappropriate for the weather. Oh well.

When he's done with that he returns to the kitchen to get started on that hot chocolate (it's just package mixes, but it's good enough), humming softly to himself while he tries not to think about Ishimaru and his stupid feelings.]

[When Ishimaru re-emerges from the basement a few minutes later, he's back in that white gakuran; it's still what he's most comfortable in, after all.

He's got something on over it, however, to assist with the whole rewarming process - that jacket Mondo gave him for Christmas, with all the embroidery on it. It's still a bit too large for him, but he doesn't seem to mind for the time being.

That said, the soft tch noise he makes at Mondo's clothes is definitely an audible one, though he doesn't sound...too displeased.]

We're really going to have to get you some seasonally-appropriate clothes, you know!

Hey, c'mon, I'm fine...!

[The protest is cut off when he turns to Ishimaru and Mondo pauses for a moment, just staring at his friend. It's nice to see that Ishimaru is wearing the jacket he gave him, but that's not the issue.

The issue is the thought that crosses his mind: oh no, he's hot.

Immediately Mondo turns back around to busy himself with the hot chocolate, blushing furiously. This is so stupid, why the hell is he getting so worked up about something like this? Besides, it's not like Ishimaru looks any different than normal! Hell, he looked hotter with that coat and scarf-- dammit this is not helping.]

...Here.

[He holds out one of the mugs for Ishimaru to take, hiding his face behind his hair and quickly making his way to the couch so he can (hopefully) recover some.]

[Ishimaru accepts it, taking the mug carefully between both hands as though nervous about dropping it, though he manages well enough; Mondo's...rather quick exit there isn't something that escapes his notice, and again, he can't really say he knows what's causing the weird behavior - just the same, though, Mondo isn't actively shoving him away or anything (at least not that he can tell), so...hm.

Either way, he seems content to let him have his space; he joins him in the other room, though he's taken one of the chairs nearby rather than the couch itself.]

...Thanks, by the way. For doing this.

Y-Yeah, don't worry about it.

[Mondo is partially upset that Ishimaru isn't sitting with him and partially relieved; he needs some time to recover from the embarrassment his thoughts have brought on, after all. But he's not stupid; he can tell that something is bothering Ishimaru, and it doesn't take him long to put the pieces together.

He's acting weird. Ishimaru has noticed. Ishimaru might be worried that he did something wrong.

With that worked out, Mondo has to figure out some way to express what's going on in his head, or at least ensure that Ishimaru isn't worried about being at fault for it. He chews on his lower lip as he thinks, staring at the hot chocolate as if it will yield some sort of answer.]

...Hey, kyoudai? [Can he even call Ishimaru that anymore? He brushes that thought aside.] I'm not... I'm not upset with you or anything like that. I-I mean, if you're worried about that. I know I'm... acting kinda-- okay, really fucking weird, but it's not your fault, okay?

[The mug is warm in his hands, and Ishimaru seems perfectly willing to focus there while Mondo gets his thoughts together; it's becoming more and more obvious to him that something is off, and when Mondo starts to address him again he can't help the way he tenses up.

But then the rest of it comes after and he can feel himself relax; the tension leaves him rather visibly, though that doesn't keep him from looking up once everything settles in.]

Is everything okay?

[Mondo relaxes when Ishimaru does; it's good to see that his friend is calming down. Apparently he was right about Ishimaru worrying that he had done something wrong.]

Yeah. ...Well, I think so. I mean, I've been having some... really weird thoughts, but they're... not unpleasant, I guess?

[That seems to surprise him once it's out there. Shouldn't they be unpleasant? Shouldn't he be more upset about this than he is? He stares intently at that hot chocolate again, trying to figure out why this isn't bothering him as badly as it should be. Back home he would have freaked out if he had discovered that he liked a guy. But... he doesn't have to worry about something like that getting in the way of his gang or anything like that.

...And besides, if it feels right, how can it be wrong?]

I'd tell you about it but uh... I haven't really worked it all out for myself, I guess.

[Ishimaru just takes a moment to mull that over; it's...frustrating, in several ways, that Mondo isn't telling him, just because this has led to arguments before - but at the same time, if he hasn't worked it out, then he hasn't worked it out, and it wouldn't really be fair to demand anything. Right? Right.]

...Well...if you ever want to tell me, you know I'll listen! But until then, as long as everything's okay, then that's fine.

...Yeah. I... think I do want to tell you after I've worked it out. I mean, the worst that can happen is I'm wrong about it and we can laugh it off.

[Right? Ishimaru wouldn't leave him over something like this, right? He reaches up to mess with the back of his hair, suddenly unsure about that. This whole thing might make Ishimaru really uncomfortable, so maybe he should keep it to himself...?

But he's done that numerous times before, hasn't he? He's lied to Ishimaru more times than he cares to remember and he doesn't want to keep anything else from him.]

...Promise you won't get mad at me?

[That's out there before he can really stop himself and Mondo flinches a bit once he realizes that was said aloud.]

W-Well, I guess you can't really promise since you don't know what it is but... I-I mean, I don't want this sorta shit to get in the way of our friendship, y'know? But I don't know how you'd take it a-and I... don't even know if I really feel that way or if I'm just fucking confused and...! Shit, this is awful...

[...Uh...]

...Kyoudai, did you do something that I should probably know about?

[i mean is somebody's unconscious body currently stuffed in a trunk somewhere or did you steal something priceless or did you accidentally steal something priceless and now somebody's unconscious body is currently stuffed in a trunk somewhere

seriously mondo

what did you do]

What? No! I didn't do anything!

[Though in retrospect, it does sound like he did something horrible, um.]

No, it's not anything like that! I'm just... having difficulty working out what I'm feeling. Shit, that sounds lame as fucking hell.

[He knows he's bright red and he ducks his head to hide his face behind his pompadour.]

It's dumb as fuck but it's bothering me a lot, okay!?

[oh, well there's the volume]

Why would I be mad about something you're feeling, though?

[...

Oh.]

...Is this about Alice-san?

Huh? No, no, it's not about Alice. ...Is there something weird I should be feeling toward her...?

[No, never mind that. He shakes his head to dismiss the thought and tries to get back on track.]

It's um... it's got to do with you. It's nothing bad! I... don't think it is, but I guess you could see it as bad.

[...oh wait, this kind of sounds like...]

Shit, I still wanna be friends and everything! I'm not trying to ditch you or anything like that! I-It's just... I think I might... Shit, this is way harder to say than I thought it'd be...

[okay so clearly the solution here is to go about this in a really round-about way!!!]

...C-Can I... Can I kiss you at midnight!?

[well hopefully no one's home to hear that because he'll just die of embarrassment]

[...UM.]

W-Well, I...guess so, kyoudai, but it wouldn't mean the same thing coming from me, I don't think...

[.......................................let him just set this mug aside so he can bury his face in his hands

forever

oh my god why are you so dumb]

Don't be fucking dense! I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't fucking interested, dumbass!!

[...look he really doesn't mean to be loud and insulting, he's just really damn embarrassed...]

Interested...?

[He remains rather plainly confused for another moment longer before it all seems to hit him in one go; he tenses up rather sharply again, his gaze shooting down to where he's still clutching that mug in his lap, held tightly between both hands.

He's...never had anyone actually interested in him before, at least not to his knowledge; it crosses his mind vaguely that of course it would be his luck that it's another guy. Ishimaru has never been interested in anyone himself, and boys have always been out of the question for many reasons - outside of just not really looking at them that way, there's always been the knowledge that his family would never have allowed it if such a thing were to happen, his parents would have disowned him and even if, by some miracle, they hadn't done that immediately, he could bid a premature farewell to any future in politics he might have wanted to pursue. After all, his family had already been involved in one major political scandal; the last thing any of them needed was another.

He can't act on it; he's not even sure he'd want to act on it.

He's been quiet for way too long and he knows it.]

...Are...Are you sure?

[The silence is more painful than Mondo cares to admit, but he understands that this is a lot to take in. Hell, he's still not really sure if this is exactly what's going on, but he doesn't try to take back the words. It feels right. Everything with Ishimaru feels right; is this why? Has he been interested in Ishimaru this whole time and been completely unaware of it?

Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he thinks he's interested now and Ishimaru is obviously having difficulties with that. Some part of Mondo is fully aware that Ishimaru would never have been able to pursue something like this back home, but they're not back home and he doubts the people in this world care who you're interested in and whether they're a guy or a girl.

He doesn't voice his thoughts though, instead giving Ishimaru as much time as he needs.]

...I think so. I... haven't really worked it all out yet and it... fuck, I know it's really sudden and everything but it... it just feels right, y'know?

[He continues to mess with the back of his hair, focusing on the floor rather than on Ishimaru.]

Shit, I know this is a lot to take in. A-And it's okay if you're not interested or anything! I just... don't wanna keep something like this from you, y'know? And I don't wanna lose your friendship. That's... That's really important to me.

...It's really sudden.

[It's not so much an answer as it is just...repeating Mondo's words back to him; he shakes his head after a moment, though that's more to clear it than anything. He finally does look back up at Mondo after a moment, though; he can tell that this is upsetting him in some way, at least, and his next words are much more decisive.]

You're always going to be my best friend, no matter what - I promise you!

[That goes a long way to relaxing him and Mondo forces a smile. It's weak, but at least he's trying.]

Good! I... shit, I dunno what I'd do if I lost that. As long as we're friends everything'll be okay!

You're never going to lose that!

[Never.]

I don't...know about the rest, but I'm sure of that much!

That really means a lot to me!

[The smile is much more genuine, though Mondo is still bright red and kind of embarrassed.]

And ah... don't... worry about what I said, alright? It was fucking stupid. I-I mean, take all the time you need to think about it. I-If you wanna. Yeah.

[god he sounds so dumb]

[Mondo...]

You wouldn't want me to think about it if you really thought it was stupid, though, right?

W-Well--!

[...okay, he has a point.]

S-Sorry, alright?

...What for?

For the whole fucking thing. For making this really fucking awkward. For saying that shit in the first place. For... not figuring it out for myself first, I guess. There's a fucking lot I can be sorry for.