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epidemiology2017-05-21 10:03 pm
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in epidemiology2017-05-21 10:03 pm
Four Bros, Chillin on a Double Date
CHARACTERS: Mettaton, Giorno, Keats, and Fugo
DATE: About a week into Leramzen
WARNINGS: Things are gonna get sappy and salty. Like salted caramel. Delicious.
SUMMARY: Mettaton thinks Giorno and Fugo are cute together. Mettaton knows Giorno and Fugo are NOT together.
This won't do. It's time to pull out the big guns.
It's time for a double date.
Leramzen is better than can even be expected. It's rich! It's fancy. It's everything Mettaton imagined the surface to be when he watched all of their movies! The skyscrapers, the nighttime sky, the tailored suits...! It's hard to remember he has to prepare for a mission, he's so content to lounge in his shared hotel room and eat everything off of the room service menu.
It's not until he hears about the carriages that Mettaton remembers that a world outside of beautiful skylines, warm sheets, soft bathrobes, and trying desperately to force his boyfriend to feed him grapes (he still hasn't. It's a work in progress) exists. With that reminder comes another one: Giorno.
If this world is Mettaton's style, then it is most certainly Giorno's style. But lo, that poor soul! Wasting away without ever admitting the man HE could bully into force-feeding him grapes is of any interest to him!! He's given Mettaton such fulfilling advice and has yet to take it for himself!
This won't stand. Mettaton needs to return the favor.
So first comes the invitations. All Keats knows is that he is to meet his lovely boyfriend down by the ice-skating rink for a lovely date (of mutual roasting for not being able to skate). All Giorno knows is that Mettaton wishes to hang out with a few sweet friends and that he should bring Fugo and dress fancy!
All the people at the rink know is that there's a man dressed in a stellar outfit in black and pink that he recently had made for himself. He's in the middle of inspecting a skate as he waits for his guests, debating with himself on whether he should touch it to see how sharp it is.
...he's gonna touch it.......
DATE: About a week into Leramzen
WARNINGS: Things are gonna get sappy and salty. Like salted caramel. Delicious.
SUMMARY: Mettaton thinks Giorno and Fugo are cute together. Mettaton knows Giorno and Fugo are NOT together.
This won't do. It's time to pull out the big guns.
It's time for a double date.
Leramzen is better than can even be expected. It's rich! It's fancy. It's everything Mettaton imagined the surface to be when he watched all of their movies! The skyscrapers, the nighttime sky, the tailored suits...! It's hard to remember he has to prepare for a mission, he's so content to lounge in his shared hotel room and eat everything off of the room service menu.
It's not until he hears about the carriages that Mettaton remembers that a world outside of beautiful skylines, warm sheets, soft bathrobes, and trying desperately to force his boyfriend to feed him grapes (he still hasn't. It's a work in progress) exists. With that reminder comes another one: Giorno.
If this world is Mettaton's style, then it is most certainly Giorno's style. But lo, that poor soul! Wasting away without ever admitting the man HE could bully into force-feeding him grapes is of any interest to him!! He's given Mettaton such fulfilling advice and has yet to take it for himself!
This won't stand. Mettaton needs to return the favor.
So first comes the invitations. All Keats knows is that he is to meet his lovely boyfriend down by the ice-skating rink for a lovely date (of mutual roasting for not being able to skate). All Giorno knows is that Mettaton wishes to hang out with a few sweet friends and that he should bring Fugo and dress fancy!
All the people at the rink know is that there's a man dressed in a stellar outfit in black and pink that he recently had made for himself. He's in the middle of inspecting a skate as he waits for his guests, debating with himself on whether he should touch it to see how sharp it is.
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...he's gonna touch it.......
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Says the voice over Mettaton's shoulder - Keats is in his normal attire, purple coat and all - but he's wearing a nice thick silver scarf, wrapped neatly around his neck. He reaches forward, pulling Mettaton's hand with the skate down.
He lets out an exasperated sigh. He doesn't know why they're here, doing this with Giorno and whoever the other friend is, but he knows Mettaton. He knows Mettaton is up to no good.
"You're going to hurt yourself. So...don't. Please."
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Mettaton pouts as his hand gets pulled away from himself, narrowing his eyes at the other man-- Hah.... hahaha... --before a grin splits his face and he tilts his head.
"Oh, I know. It's only fun when you get to hurt me, hmm?" He presses a hand against his own cheek, batting his eyelashes.
"...nice scarf."
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"Oh, shut it," says Keats, grateful that the scarf around his neck is shifting upwards when he bends forward, hiding some of the flush in his cheeks. "I'm not going to hurt you like this, idiot."
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...he lowers it before he can actually cause damage, chuckling to himself. "You just couldn't bother dressing up, could you?"
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Boy, does someone sound peeved. To be fair, he's a little less peeved than he sounds; he doesn't like being lied to, and he can tell by Keat's presence and the inherent dishonesty of this whole gathering that something's definitely Up with a capital U, but on the other hand: at least he's cute, and it's dragged Fugo away from work for half a second.
Nevertheless.
"We've been misled, Fugo," he sniffs haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe we should just go now."
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He squints warily at the scene unfolding in front of him. Mettaton is flirting with Keats, if one can call kicking up a leg with an ice skate at their boyfriend's face flirting. There is no one else he recognizes around. And it's not because they're early: Giorno decided he wanted to make an Entrance by being fashionably late. So either Mettaton's been blown off, or they've been duped.
Well. At least Giorno still has the excuse for dressing up. The colors aren't him at all, but it was such a relief when Giorno pointed out the skirt to the attendant in the boutique yesterday. It feels like it's been ages since Giorno has worn a skirt casually.
"I don't think we really have time for aiding and abetting this week," Fugo says thoughtfully, without removing his hands his hands from the pockets of his dark jacket. It's cold everywhere, but it's especially cold next to a giant slab of ice. Gloves only help so much.
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"O-oh, hello," he says, clearing his throat when he notices Giorno walking up along with that friend of his...what was his name? Fumio? Something like that. Keats lets out a slight groan, looking embarrassed as he scratches the back of his neck.
"Honestly, if he wanted to kill me, he would've done so already. Good to see the both of you here."
He nods, before turning back to Mettaton.
"Look, I did dress up, see, I've got a scarf..."
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Anyway. There are more important things than teasing Keats, sadly.
Leaving the other man's side, he... gracelessly (he is only wearing one skate, after all) hops toward Giorno and reaches to pull both him and Fugo into a hug. "No, don't go," he pleads. "I would NEVER mislead you! I said I wanted to spend time with my sweet friends, did I not? And are YOU not my sweet friends?" He pulls back to beam at them. A heart projects itself around his face, as if he were in a 1950's sitcom. "Aren't you my sweet, sweet boys?"
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"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want me to stay," he says, halfway between wry and genuinely irritated. "I would have come anyway, you know. I don't mind if you deliberately gave me the wrong impression, but you allowed me to mislead Fugo. That's not what you wanted, I hope?"
What a somber expression. This child is very practiced at the guilt trip.
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"Excuse me?" Fugo, at least, is too too bewildered by the state of affairs and being roped into the "sweet friend" group to be too annoyed. He pushes himself up on his toes in an attempt to see over Mettaton's shoulder. Oh, Keats survived. Should he say hello? Does he have to wait until after the hug? What the hell. No one told him he'd have to navigate a hug.