[work went on for forever oh man, but here he is signing on to skype right now! he's not sure if he should wait for rin to message him first or if he should initiate it.]
[ rin is about twenty minutes late, but he texts sousuke on the way home, a quick gonna be late ridden with typos because, well. rin's texting skill is the first thing to go when he gets drunk.
not that he's completely smashed -- he'd been careful, because he still does have practice and class and the whole nine yards tomorrow, but his team had wanted to take him out.
he's still wearing the shark sweater. he'd been teased about it, and he's likely to be teased again when sousuke sees him in it, but who the fuck cares. he's tipsy and it's his birthday and everything is right in the world.
rin makes the call, because he knows he'll have to wait another few minutes for sousuke to do it if he doesn't. dweeb. ]
[sousuke's glad rin has someone (or in this case a group of people) he can spend his birthday with. of course he knew that rin's second trip to australia wouldn't be like his first, but it doesn't stop him from worrying. he's happy that technology has advanced this far that he can keep in touch with rin better than just writing letters and things like that.
his screen flashes a message at him letting him know that sharknado wants to initiate a video call and if he wants to accept it or not, so, of course, he accepts it. when he sees rin pop up the screen he smiles at him. and then he notices the sweater.] Hey you're wearing the shirt I bought for you. I'm glad it fits, when I saw it at the store it looked a little small. So I wasn't sure.
[ of course he wore the damn sweater. it's kind of cute how sousuke had jumped to that first of all, but, well -- that comment needs to be dealt with. ]
Oi.
[ it's a sharp retort, but rin's grinning. he rolls up the sleeve, flexing to show off the lean muscle that he's been packing on. ]
[he does his best to keep a straight face, but it's failing rather miserably. also man, teasing a tipsy rin is his favorite thing to do ever.] Yeah it does, actually. But it looks a little bigger from the last time I saw you.
[your muscles are small and cute. because you're small and cute. tho he looks to the side for a moment. he definitely doesn't want to do this today, nor does he want rin to worry over his dumb issues. especially not on his birthday.]
Wow look at my hunky man. Where did your teammates take you out?
[ small and cute is going to kick your ass. raincheck for asskicking as soon as someone gets their idiot self to australia.
but rin lets it go. sousuke has the benefit of a tipsy rin, who is very easily distracted. ]
A bar! [ rin shuffles around as he speaks, rolling over to lay on his stomach, his chin propped in his palm. ] You and I gotta go when you come. They had a volcano in the middle of the dance floor. You could actually dance into it. Practice your dance moves before you get here, 'cause there's no way I'm letting you go without, like. At least twelve dances.
[ the bar is actually in perth, but we'll ignore that in favor of FUCK YEAH VOLCANO ]
[small and cute needs to stay small and cute. or you can stay small and cute wrapped up in his arms. but you only have those two choices, sorry bruh. he is thankful tho that tipsy rin moves with the flow better than sober rin. his brows do raise though at the mention of the volcano in the bar. that's pretty damn cool!!]
At least twelve? Rin you're lucky if I can at least manage 6.
The usual. Class, practice. My teammates took me out to dinner before we went to the bar -- there's barely any real Japanese food around, but they managed to find one with good Yelp ratings.
[ he's fiddling with his phone -- in a moment, sousuke should get a picture of rin grinning over a plateful of tonkatsu (guess why he ordered it). a blue-eyed teammate has an arm thrown around his shoulder. ]
It tasted like crap. For the next package, skip the -- y'know -- and send some of my mom's cooking instead.
[but rin, don't you ever want to take sousuke? he's thought about it multiple times. what it would feel like, how rin would do it. etc etc. either way he'll nod and look down at his phone whenever he feels the buzz coming from his pants pocket.]
Oh? Man that's a shame, because it looks kind of good. [he looks up from his phone and over at the computer.] You want me to skip the... y'know? Now what would that be?
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not that he's completely smashed -- he'd been careful, because he still does have practice and class and the whole nine yards tomorrow, but his team had wanted to take him out.
he's still wearing the shark sweater. he'd been teased about it, and he's likely to be teased again when sousuke sees him in it, but who the fuck cares. he's tipsy and it's his birthday and everything is right in the world.
rin makes the call, because he knows he'll have to wait another few minutes for sousuke to do it if he doesn't. dweeb. ]
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his screen flashes a message at him letting him know that sharknado wants to initiate a video call and if he wants to accept it or not, so, of course, he accepts it. when he sees rin pop up the screen he smiles at him. and then he notices the sweater.] Hey you're wearing the shirt I bought for you. I'm glad it fits, when I saw it at the store it looked a little small. So I wasn't sure.
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Oi.
[ it's a sharp retort, but rin's grinning. he rolls up the sleeve, flexing to show off the lean muscle that he's been packing on. ]
This look small to you?
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Put 'em up, Sousuke.
[ and, yep, rin's rolled up his other sleeve and now has both of his guns on display. eat your heart out, boyf. ]
If you're gonna call me small, you better have something backing you up.
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Wow look at my hunky man. Where did your teammates take you out?
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but rin lets it go. sousuke has the benefit of a tipsy rin, who is very easily distracted. ]
A bar! [ rin shuffles around as he speaks, rolling over to lay on his stomach, his chin propped in his palm. ] You and I gotta go when you come. They had a volcano in the middle of the dance floor. You could actually dance into it. Practice your dance moves before you get here, 'cause there's no way I'm letting you go without, like. At least twelve dances.
[ the bar is actually in perth, but we'll ignore that in favor of FUCK YEAH VOLCANO ]
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At least twelve? Rin you're lucky if I can at least manage 6.
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Twelve or bust. Today's my birthday, you're not allowed to argue with me.
[ because the thought of quiet, composed sousuke letting loose on the dance floor is too hilarious to pass up. ]
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Okay, since it's your birthday I'll try to get up to twelve.
[he can let loose! he does so in other private places and you know it mister >:(] Anyway, how was the rest of your birthday?
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The usual. Class, practice. My teammates took me out to dinner before we went to the bar -- there's barely any real Japanese food around, but they managed to find one with good Yelp ratings.
[ he's fiddling with his phone -- in a moment, sousuke should get a picture of rin grinning over a plateful of tonkatsu (guess why he ordered it). a blue-eyed teammate has an arm thrown around his shoulder. ]
It tasted like crap. For the next package, skip the -- y'know -- and send some of my mom's cooking instead.
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Oh? Man that's a shame, because it looks kind of good. [he looks up from his phone and over at the computer.] You want me to skip the... y'know? Now what would that be?
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Sousuke. [ rin's not pouting. definitely not. fuck off. ] You know.
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Rin [he definitely knows, but he's doing this just to fuck with rin, because it's adorable.] I don't know, you're going to have to remind me.