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"Are you saying you don't trust me?" Gojou asked, turning his lips into a pout.
"I'm saying I don't think you know what you're doing," Getou corrected, crossing one leg over the other. He was leaning back in his chair away from the table they were sitting at.
Gojou pouted harder. He crossed his arms, appearing much more ruffled than Getou did, but it was an act entirely for Getou's benefit.
"But it's art, Suguru!"
Getou scoffed, a sound that threatened to turn into a full-on laugh.
"Since when are you an artist?" he asked. He was also putting on an act for Gojou's benefit, though his was one of scorn.
Gojou gestured off at another young man walking by them. The man didn't so much as look at them, but Gojou wasn't at all subtle or quiet with his conversation.
"I bet he would think I'm an artist. We could ask anyone on this street, Suguru. Just ask them if they think I look like an artist."
"They'd say you look like a lunatic," Getou answered, frowning. He wasn't sure why they started having this conversation while sitting at an outdoor café to begin with, but that was just Gojou for you. He didn't care if anyone overheard him no matter what he was talking about. Part of his whole projected persona attracted attention at inopportune times. Why not make a kinky proposal to his boyfriend right here in public?
At least Getou was unflappable, and very hard to embarrass. He just let this go on.
"Or maybe you're just worried you're gonna like it too much. Become a degenerate sex addict begging me to tie you up all the time."
Getou raised an eyebrow across the table at Gojou. Gojou tilted his chin up and looked down his nose through his sunglasses, a smug sort of smile pasted on his face.
"Don't confuse me with yourself," Getou answered, but the comment took him just a breath longer than it should have. Gojou took that as the win it was and his smirk grew. He stretched his arms almost comically tall, then folded them behind his head.
"You sure you don't wanna be a work of art, Suguru?" he purred.
Getou rolled his eyes. "Don't put words in my mouth."
Gojou tilted his face back down just enough so that he could look over his sunglasses this time.
"Words aren't what I wanna put in your mouth and you know it," he said, too-bright eyes shining with mischief.
Getou finally did laugh.
"Fine, fine. Stop looking at me like that with your fucking shoujo eyes. I'll do it."
