collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ Almost. That's sound enough for him and he's quick to unravel his fingers and hand the bag over Aoba within a second. And it's not like Crowley's judging him for eating with no clothes on, he literally just did the same thing not too long ago. ]

Showering isn't necessary for us vampires, by the way.

[ He's going to give Aoba space, however, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting there. ]

Though I'll probably take one before I have to leave.

( ... flatface. )

I know vampires are... different, but you really don't need to shower? Even after all that?

( as he munches into the sandwich, doing his best to gather the napkins around its base so he doesn't make a big ole mess. )

Won't you smell like me? ( ........ wait a second, ) I—I mean, I sweat and, you know... even if you don't, we were... touching. And, you know. It's dirty... it doesn't just, vanish? ( pause, mumble mumble, ) I don't know.

( as he takes another aggressive bite of his sandwich. )

Even if you'll probably do it anyway...

( .... and then Crowley definitely won't smell like Aoba. why's that vaguely disappointing? )

My body processes things like sweat and smell differently, give or take a few hours it'll be like I wasn't even here. [ So it does sort of vanish... don't fucking ask me ask Kagami I'm tired of ONS. ]

If it concerns you that much I'll take one~ Not that I'm complaining, it's been a little while since the last time I've gotten dirty.

[ And he's shooting a mischievous look over at Aoba. As if he's that cat in the knife meme. ]

Chew a little slower before you choke.

( opens his mouth real big

takes a slow, giant bite

and chews. )

... Mmfh.

( it's not even like he should be surprised by any of this at this point. it makes sense... probably... that his body would process things differently. even if it actually makes no sense to Aoba at all. well, whatever—Crowley's always going to be something of an enigma. )

You don't... have to, or anything. If you don't want to. It's fine if you smell like me for a while longer.

( oh, he said it. but Crowley's always encouraged him to say what he wants, so he won't take this back. )

You’re… so gross…

[ Curved brows and a crooked smile, it’s difficult to tell whether or not Crowley means any actual offense if it’s based purely on his expression alone. His tone is light, as it usually is, however, and that alone makes it obvious that he’s only teasing once more. Unsurprisingly. ]

I might actually have to shower. [ He crosses his arms across his chest. ] Knowing you you’ll get all hot and bothered again~ And if it’s right before we leave I’ll take a quick one just so I can get the sweat off of me.

[ Why is he like this??? ]

( he'd love to protest about being called gross, even if he's really beginning to pick up on the cues that Crowley isn't all that serious about it..... but he's also eating a bacon egg and cheese in a towel so.

just takes another real big bite. saaaavory grease sandwich. which is now almost gone. )

I—...

( won't get hot and bothered again, is what Aoba'd say, but, again, fuckin' lies. so he makes another face and shoves the rest of the sandwich into his maw, licking his fingers clean once it's gone. then makes a grab for the juice, twisting it around in his hands. )

You'll go home after that?

( back to... vampiresville, or wherever. )

[ It's called Sanguinem, Aoba. ]

I mean you have to go home soon too, right? You have your grandma and not to mention I bet you wanna do more on your day off. [ Like hang out with friends... do normal human things. It's to be expected and honestly he finds it odd that he's bothering to ask at all, ignoring that small desire within him that doesn't want them to separate.

Oh well. ]

For me... I gotta check on Chess and Horn. [ Not so much Horn, though. She's not a troublemaker. ] Plus see what this guy wants from me, since he went and scheduled a meeting and then never showed up.

Yeah, of course.

( this is just a divergence, after all. no way is he gonna leave granny alone for much longer, even if Ren's back home with her for now. and there are other things he should take care of. Aoba Things™.

and Crowley has Crowley Things™ to take care of, too. like that guy... Aoba looks up in mild interest at his mention, but doesn't ask anything else. )

Right.

( don't get attached. this was just—fun, right? fun. and it was. Aoba nods with that thought, a private one as he collects his clothing items, takes a few minutes to dress like the proper adult he is. as always, he's careful around his hair, letting it airdry rather than toweling over it. )

... Thank you. ( looking up, offering a smile, ) For breakfast.

( for everything. )

— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

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